Chapter 250 Unrepentant Lydia

Dalton looked seriously at Meryl. “Don’t you have anything else to say?”

Meryl met Dalton’s gaze. “If I explain, will you believe me? In the past, when similar things happened, I explained myself, but did any of you ever believe me?”

Meryl glanced at Malcolm and Bianca, then slowly shifted her gaze back to Dalton’s face.

Perhaps it was because her eyes were too sharp, or perhaps those three were reminded of some past events. They all instinctively looked away from Meryl.

An inexplicable sense of guilt filled their hearts.

Meryl continued, “Lydia is right. We are sisters, so it doesn’t matter if I suffer a bit of injustice. After all, I merely rolled down the stairs. At least I didn’t lose an arm or a leg. I won’t hold a grudge over this. It’s just how it is. The incident has already happened, and dwelling on it doesn’t make much sense.”

Lydia was stunned.

“She’s imitating my tone! When did she become so cunning?”

Lydia quickly replied, “Meryl, what do you mean? Clearly, you pushed me, so what injustice did you suffer?”

There were no cameras in the stairwell, so besides the two of them, no one knew what had happened.

Lydia was confident that Meryl couldn’t produce any evidence, which was why she dared to make up stories.

Anne looked at Meryl with sympathy, understanding that Meryl behaved this way because she had been doubted repeatedly before.

“What really happened, Meryl? Speak up. Chandler will stand up for you, and I won’t let you be wronged.”

Meryl said, “The truth is, Lydia lied. I didn’t push her, and everything was staged by her.”

Lydia hurriedly interjected, “No, I didn’t lie. It was Meryl who pushed me. We had an argument in the stairwell, and in her anger, she shoved me. She even told me to go die so that she could be the only daughter of our parents.”

Lydia was eloquent, twisting the truth.

She accused Meryl, tears streaming down her face, appearing pitiful.

She almost painted Meryl as jealous, petty, and venomous.

Lydia seemed addicted to the performance, looking sorrowfully at Malcolm and Bianca.

“Dad, Mom, I’ve said it before: I should leave the Stone family so that Meryl wouldn’t hate me so much. It’s all my fault! Why don’t you just kick me out of the house?”

Seeing Lydia’s tears, Malcolm became extremely anxious. He hurried over to help wipe her tears. “Lydia, don’t cry. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this for you.”

After he spoke, Malcolm turned to Meryl and scolded, “Look at how upset you’ve made Lydia. Meryl, admit your mistakes.”

Anne frowned. “Didn’t Meryl get hurt?”

Malcolm replied, “Lydia is covered in injuries, while Meryl doesn’t show any signs of being hurt. It’s obvious who was more injured, isn’t it?”

People tend to sympathize with the weaker party, especially men.

Anne sneered, “That just means Lydia only has superficial injuries that will heal in a few days, while Meryl is hurt inside. So, who do you think is actually worse off?”

Chandler’s expression turned serious as he narrowed his eyes at Malcolm, his gaze warning.

Perhaps sensing Chandler’s gaze, Malcolm hesitated.

Realizing he had been facing business setbacks recently, Malcolm forced a smile at Chandler and said, “Meryl can be a bit willful. As her father, I need to discipline her.”

Chandler scoffed, “Father? If I remember correctly, she has already severed ties with you. What kind of father are you? On what basis do you think you can lecture her?”