Chapter 194

Andrea set the basin aside. With an innocent expression, she said, “Didn’t you say you were feeling uncomfortable and wanted a wash? I’m just fulfilling your wish. And by the way, you’re the real little brat here.” She had wanted to do this for a long time but had never found the right opportunity before.

Sienna, now drenched like a drowned rat, glared at Andrea furiously. “How dare you do this to me! I’m going to tell Mom and have her deal with you. I’m the precious daughter now!”

Andrea, unfazed, simply smiled. “Go ahead, tell her. Do you really think I’m afraid of you? If you’re Mom’s precious daughter, so be it. As long as Dad dotes on me, that’s enough.”

Sienna looked at her speechlessly. “Keep pretending. Do you think I’d fall for your act? Do you really think I care about that useless, weak, and pathetic old man’s affection?”

Andrea’s gaze turned cold. “He’s our father.”

Sienna scoffed. “I don’t have a father like that. My dad is Elliot. Even Cesar is better than him.”

Andrea suddenly chuckled. “Then why don’t you go and acknowledge him as your father?” She added meaningfully, “Who knows? He might actually be your real dad.”

Sienna smirked. “I wish he were. And if he were my real dad, wouldn’t that make him yours too?”

Andrea replied firmly, “I only have one father.” Biological or not, she only recognized one.

Sienna sneered. “Are you putting on an act, or have you completely lost your mind? But looking at how pathetic you are, you do seem like you belong with that old man’s poor family. They’re all the same—cheap and miserable.” She snorted. “If you love them so much, you can go ahead and be a part of their family. I don’t care.”

Andrea scoffed. “Just don’t regret it later.”

Did Sienna really think the Jenkins family was some kind of paradise? Did she really believe Cesar was on their side? Not only had Sienna been cruel since childhood, but she was also getting more foolish and naive.

Andrea asked, “Do you need anything else from me? If not, I’m leaving.”

Seeing Andrea act so arrogantly, Sienna was reminded of Phoebe. Andrea was just as infuriating as Phoebe.

Sienna’s face darkened as she ordered, “Bring me a clean set of clothes and help me change.” She would definitely get revenge for that basin of water. Her forehead was still wrapped in bandages, and both her hands and feet were in casts. Who knew if getting wet would make things worse? Andrea was just jealous, unable to stand seeing her doing well.

Andrea burst into laughter. “See? I called you dumb, and you refused to admit it. Now look at you, being dumb again. Do you think this is ancient times? You still expect a maid to serve you?”

Sienna choked on her words. “You—” She then sneered, “Of course, I expect to be served. I was born to be rich and noble, unlike you—groveling at Phoebe’s feet, desperate to be her maid. You’re just a lowly wretch. What are you even thinking? Have you lost your mind trying to get famous?”

She had wanted to see Phoebe and Andrea turn against each other, not for things to turn out like this. Just thinking about Andrea’s smug appearance during the livestream earlier made her furious.

They were sisters, yet Andrea didn’t stand by her side to go against Phoebe. Instead, she shamelessly became Phoebe’s fan. Ridiculous and pathetic.

Andrea suddenly raised her hand and slapped Sienna hard across the face. “You’re the lowly one. Just a fake, a knockoff, yet you actually think you’re the real Jenkins family heiress?” Then she grabbed Sienna’s hair and slapped her twice more, yanking out a strand and tucking it into her sleeve. That was the real reason she had come today.

Sienna hadn’t expected Andrea to slap her. She screamed. “Andrea, you’ve got some nerve! How dare you hit me? Just you wait, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!” She tried to fight back, but with her broken limbs, she was completely powerless. She could only sit there, getting slapped and having her hair pulled.

Andrea finally let go after several slaps. ‘Hmph, I’ll be waiting.” Her gaze turned dark as she looked at Sienna’s twisted expression. “Let’s see which of us meets a miserable end first.”

They were born from the same roots—was there really a need to be so cruel? But Sienna had always targeted her. This so-called sisterhood was better off cut.

Andrea said, “Take care of yourself. I’ll be busy from now on, so I won’t be visiting you at the hospital anymore. If you want to tattle to Mom, go ahead.” With that, she turned and left. At worst, Maria would just call and scold her. And as long as she brought up Cesar’s name, her mother’s anger would instantly dissipate.

Sienna, seeing Andrea leave, flew into a rage and cursed her out. When Andrea disappeared, Sienna was still fuming. After cursing for a while, she grabbed her phone, took a few pictures of her disheveled state, and sent them to Maria, adding a few exaggerated complaints. Then she rang the nurse to help her change into dry clothes and switch to a clean bed.

Maria, seeing Sienna’s pitiful photos, was both distressed and furious. She immediately called Andrea. Andrea answered, and before she could say anything, Maria started scolding her. Andrea had already placed her phone to the side in anticipation.

Once Maria finished her rant, Andrea picked up the phone and explained, “Cesar wants me to get close to Phoebe. I had to treat Sienna this way to show my stance and win Phoebe’s trust.” As expected, upon hearing this, Maria’s anger cooled significantly. She no longer yelled but instead gave her a long-winded lecture about how she should act appropriately and not go overboard with Sienna. Andrea didn’t bother listening, only responding with “okay” now and then. After the lecture, she hung up.

By then, she had already walked out of the hospital. She turned to look at the inpatient building, wondering how much longer Sienna could keep this up.

An hour later, Phoebe was just about to go to sleep when she suddenly heard a knock at the door. She opened it and saw a hotel staff member standing outside. She asked, “Is something wrong?”

The staff member handed her an envelope. “A lady asked me to give this to you. She said you two know each other.” Because of that, and since she had felt the envelope and it was thin—clearly not containing anything dangerous—she had accepted the tip and agreed to deliver it.

Phoebe glanced at the envelope, sensing no immediate danger, then took it. “Alright, thank you.”