My brother never concealed his dislike for me, but he took out his mobile anyway.
Rochelle suddenly clutched her chest in distress and said, "Brother, I…. I feel so sick."
My brother, who was just gloomy because of me, immediately put away his mobile and changed his face to one of eager concern when asking, "Rochelle, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Brother, my heart hurts. I feel like I'm dying."
Hearing that, he immediately picked up Rochelle and wanted to take her to the hospital, but was rejected by Rochelle.
"Brother, don’t toss it. It is an old problem."
Anger and guilt kept changing on my brother's face. He was angry about the car accident I caused and felt guilty that I implicated Rochelle.
After all, the only one that knew Rochelle had no aftereffects at all was me, so she could be always pretending in front of everyone.
But my brother fell for her tricks and trusted her completely.
Part of me expected my brother to find out the truth soon, but another part of me feared that he would.
Part 4
The next day, my brother received a call and hurriedly made breakfast for Rochelle before leaving.