The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Chapter 68 - 68: Bob Ginger Gets Rejected

Zuri Ginger was silent for a long time.

No comfort came as she had imagined.

She turned her head to look over.

Bob Ginger stood there, silent, brows tightly furrowed and jaw tense, lost in thought, he seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

"Bob."

Zuri Ginger stood up, called softly, reached out and hugged his waist, choking with tears.

"Why did you do this?"

Bob Ginger was troubled, wanting to push her away, but couldn't bring himself to, stiffening his body like a tree, asking coldly.

"I'm upset," Zuri Ginger rubbed her cheek against his chest, tearfully said, "Am I annoying? I know what I'm doing is annoying, but I don't know what to do. Thinking of her going over to be with Dr. Jackson makes me upset, insanely jealous of her. I didn't mean anything else, just wanted to make Dad and Mom angry with her, keep her at home to educate her, so she couldn't go to Dr. Jackson."

"You still can't..."

"I don't want to either," Zuri Ginger cried loudly, "You think I want to do this? Lying and deceiving, bribing Amelia Miller to frame her, I don't even know why I did such a thing, I despise myself, why did I become someone I don't even like!"

"Stop crying, don't cry." Bob Ginger helplessly helped her out of his embrace, sighed, "It won't do any good, I think Brother Jackson seems to be protecting her."

"It's just my fantasy." Zuri Ginger silently shed tears.

Bob Ginger said nothing.

After a while, he furrowed his brows in confusion, "But the bracelet should be in Mia Ginger's bag, how did it end up in Amelia Miller's bag?"

"Maybe she found out," Zuri Ginger pulled a tissue to wipe her tears, "She discovered it and went along with it, and while Amelia Miller was not paying attention, she slipped the Jade Bracelet into her bag, even put her necklace in there too."

Bob Ginger's expression was complicated, only feeling a headache.

He said nothing.

"She knew from the start the bracelet was in Amelia Miller's bag," Zuri Ginger suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "Yet she kept acting all the way, making a scene, causing Dad and Mom to lose face, and felt genuinely guilty and uneasy..."

"Why would she do that?" Bob Ginger glanced at her.

"Do you feel sorry for her?" Zuri Ginger bit her lip looking at him, anxious.

Bob Ginger pressed his lips together without speaking.

"Maybe just to make you all feel sorry for her," Zuri Ginger smiled bitterly, "This way she can fully take my place. After all, I'm not Dad and Mom's biological daughter, nor your biological sister. Now that the rightful phoenix has returned, I, the lowly chicken, must be swept out the door. It's me being presumptuous, refusing to leave, making Dad and Mom troubled, making you troubled, I..."

"Don't say that!" Bob Ginger suddenly became agitated, angrily said, "Why would you talk about yourself like that? What chicken and phoenix. She doesn't compare to you, there's no comparison."

"Really?" Zuri Ginger looked up at him, "You'll always be on my side?"

Bob Ginger was taken aback.

After a while, under her hopeful gaze, he reluctantly nodded his head.

"Thank you." Zuri Ginger hugged him emotionally, "I know you're the best, having you is enough. Don't worry, I won't do such things anymore."

"Really?" Bob Ginger breathed a sigh of relief.

"I promise," Zuri Ginger replied quickly, "I let jealousy cloud my mind today, it won't happen again. I also understand now, Dr. Jackson doesn't have me in his heart, there's no need to cling and lower my worth."

"I'm glad you figured it out." Bob Ginger exhaled heavily, comforting, "There'll surely be better men for you in the future, my brother-in-law must be the best man in this world."

"Mm." Zuri Ginger smiled in his embrace.

——

Zuri Ginger sighed and went to rest.

Bob Ginger also sighed, closed her door and walked to his own room.

Depressed and heavy-hearted.

Mia Ginger's red-rimmed eyes occasionally flashed in his mind, along with Zuri Ginger's soft and weak display, causing him intense conflict.

He was very conflicted.

In his heart, Zuri Ginger was always the gentle and sensible sister, caring for him, protecting him, speaking up for him when Dad reprimanded him, making him smile.

Mia Ginger came later.

An odious intruder!

Making Dad guilty, Mom angry, Zuri Ginger sad, and him irritable.

Her presence, he always strongly resisted and disliked, snapping back when she spoke, opposing her, siding with Zuri Ginger to vent.

But today—

Downstairs, his perception was somewhat overturned.

His always revered sister and the housemaid sang in harmony, trying to confirm her reputation as a thief, while the one he always hated, isolated and helpless, yet teary with a gentle smile, called to him.

She said she thought at least one would help her?

Was it him?

Bob Ginger didn't know, he didn't want to think this way, yet couldn't help but ponder, every time he thought about it, his heart ached, even though he stood by Zuri Ginger, a voice inside kept telling him, "Sister is wrong, Sister framed her."

She was crafty, proved her innocence.

But what if she wasn't?

If she wasn't that prickly Mia Ginger, if she wasn't that seemingly formidable Mia Ginger, if she hadn't noticed ahead of time, what then?

She might be unable to explain, not a thief, yet labeled a thief.

Dad would be disappointed, Mom would despise her more, and he would be more contemptuous of her, letting her be wronged, bullied.

She was also his sister.

Just another person, merely a thin and fragile girl, with thoughts and emotions, capable of anger, tears, how could she be treated this way?

How could she!

Bob Ginger was deeply depressed, only thinking, feeling distressed.

His emotions were complex, even felt like crying but had no outlet, forcibly suppressed, telling himself, she deserved it, how annoying she was anyway, she knew how to protect herself.

Bob Ginger breathed heavily, lay on his bed.

Looking at the computer screen.

He seemed like a small boat drifting at sea, suddenly finding direction, swiftly jumped off the bed, walked to the computer.

To chat with Wine.

But—

He dragged the mouse for a long time, the special group had no one.

He had made a special group for Wine.

Empty.

Bob Ginger's mind went blank for a moment, his expression staring at the computer screen, after a while, incredulously thinking, got blocked?

Did Master suddenly delete him?

He searched and tried to re-add.

A message box popped up on the screen.

[The user has refused to be added as a friend by anyone.]