I let out a bitter laugh and looked coldly at Sean, "Now you remember I'm her sister? Every time you bring her home without a word, have you ever asked for my opinion?"
At this, Sean's face darkened and he threw the towel at my face and shouted, "Krystal, what's wrong with you today? It's pouring outside, where do you expect Mischa to go?"
"Where she goes is her own issue. You're the one who insists on caring for her, she might not even appreciate it!" I replied.
Slap! Without hesitation, he slapped me across the face, snapping my head to the side.
Mischa hurriedly approached me, pretending to inspect my face and advising me earnestly. "Krystal, don't argue with Sean anymore. He only cares about me because he loves you."
Her words made me feel sick and I pushed her away. Mischa stumbled, nearly falling into Sean's arms.
He caught her, his expression turning even darker. "Are you deaf? Mischa understands the situation, why don't you? How dare you lay a hand on her? Are you looking for trouble?"
He stormed toward me, but Mischa held him back. "Sean, please … forgive Krystal. She didn't mean to upset you," she said.