Chapter 1828: It Is My Fault

Frieda's hand was clenched tight. Shawn's eyes burned with fury as he demanded, "Frieda, what are you doing?"

"Bitch! Scoundrels!" Frieda, unfazed, hurled more profanities at the young woman, wishing she could strangle her. A sharp slap echoed. Shawn had struck Frieda hard across the face.

"What's gotten into you? She's my sister," Shawn gritted. He glanced at his sister, Coralie, who covered her face, tears streaming. She had never been slapped before and looked bewildered at the drunken Frieda.

"Shawn, is this your... girlfriend?" Contempt laced Coralie's voice.

Frieda, stunned by both the slap and Shawn's words, sobered instantly, freezing. Shawn led Coralie inside to comfort her and apply ointment to her injured face.

"That young woman is his sister? They do look alike," Frieda thought, slumping to the floor as weakness overcame her.

"Shawn, what's with the luggage? Was that your girlfriend? She's friendly, greeting me with a slap. If Mom and Dad know, she'll never marry you!" Coralie groaned.

Shawn explained that he'd brought Coralie to Horington for work. Had she not met the handsome man on the bridge, her mood would have been far worse.

"I'll make her apologize sincerely! She didn't know you were my sister. Girlfriends get jealous, right?" Shawn placated.

Coralie only gave him a license plate number. "Shawn, investigate this plate, and I won't be as mad, but I'll still be mad at your girlfriend!"

Shawn readily agreed; investigating a license plate was easy. "This car hit yours? A hit-and-run? You could've called the police. Or we can handle it ourselves," he said, noticing Coralie's damaged bumper.

"No, you're wrong, like your girlfriend. Just find the owner. I hit his car, and I want to compensate him," Coralie clarified, fearing she'd miss her chance with her crush.

Seeing his sister calmer, Shawn went outside and found Frieda sobbing uncontrollably. He approached, and she slowly raised her head.

"You got drunk and slapped my sister and me, yet only received one slap. That's not fair," Shawn said icily.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was reckless... Please forgive me," Frieda pleaded, carefully watching his expression.

Shawn shook his head slightly and offered his hand to help her up.