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Lemira couldn't help but find his words laughable.

She looked at Asher and said, "You should know exactly what will happen if Evelina falls into the hands of the Sinclair family!"

Of course, Asher knew.

He shot a furious glare at Evander and snapped, "What's the matter with you? You can't even keep track of one person? What's the point of you?"

"Asher, how is this my fault? Besides, if it really was the Sinclair family who made a move, do you think I could have stopped them?"

"Useless! With all those people on your side, how could the Sinclair family possibly have pulled this off?"

Asher stared at Evander and said coldly, "I'm really disappointed in you. You lost a leg-did you lose your brain as well?"

Evander, stung by the scolding, retorted angrily, "Asher, you have the nerve to talk to me like that?"

"Why shouldn't I? I'm Asher!"

"Sure, you're Asher, but I only just found out that you were the one who personally asked Evelina's father to become our driver. You played the good guy, and in the end you dragged the whole family into this mess. What right do you have to criticize me?"

Evander's words landed like a harsh slap across Asher's face.

Asher turned to Lemira, his gaze filled with disbelief and spite.

Lemira's expression was calm. "What, you can do all these things but can't handle being called out for them?"

Asher gripped the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly his knuckles turned white. He gritted his teeth and said, "But how could I have known what kind of person Evelina's father really was?"

"Asher, you're just making excuses. All of this is because of you. My leg is the way it is because of you. You'll owe me for the rest of your life."

Evander was on the verge of breaking down.

His current state was all because of his own family's actions-so the Langston family should be the one to make things right!

Asher was so livid he was nearly gasping for air. “Evander, haven't I treated you well enough all these years?"

"Isn't that just what you're supposed to do?"

Lucian stepped between them, stopping Evander. "Is that any way to talk to Asher? He was only saying a couple of things to you."

"What right does he have to lecture me? Anyone else can, but not him!"

Evander turned his wheelchair and left without another word, not caring about the chaos left behind at the hospital.

Asher was shaking with anger, his vision swimming. He looked more wretched than ever isn't this

retribution enough? Haven't wel

suffered enough already?"

As Asher, the position of authority he once held in the family was completely gone.

Lemira gave a cold laugh. “You only have yourself to blame-no one else."

"Lemmy, don't go! Evelina still hasn't been found!" Lucian shouted, knowing full well that if they were going to stand against the Sinclair family they'd need the support of Lemira's family, the Everharts.

Lemira ignored Lucian.

But Asher wheeled in front of her, blocking her path. "Given how things are, what are you planning to do?"

"You have no right to ask me that."

Lemira turned and walked over to the elevator. She couldn't stand to be there even a second longer.

She shouldn't have come to the hospital in the first place.

She'd only come to give Lucian a warning: don't let anything happen to Evelina.

And yet what you fear is precisely what happens.

A bunch of useless idiots!

"Lemira!"

Asher struggled clumsily with his wheelchair. "I know I haven't been a good Asher. I was selfish, I thought I knew best, and ended up pushing verything onto you. This is u. This is all pay fault!"

Asher's face was drained of all color, shame written plainly across his features. Lucian, standing by, tried to help: "Lemmy, Asher already knows he was wrong!" Lemira: "..."

Sometimes when you're lost for words, the only thing you can do is laugh.

Lemira grabbed the nearby janitor's mop bucket and dumped it over them...