Chapter 125: Make Her Go Through What I Did

Waverly couldn’t help but chastise Mindy in a reproachful tone. “Could you at least give me a heads-up next time before you do something foolish? You almost gained nothing and risked everything.”

Mindy was still confused. “I miscalculated this time, but Raylee’s reaction was strange. She actually accepted my identity and even called me cousin? What do you think she’s really up to?”

“No matter what she’s planning, you better stay away from her!”

On the day of Vera’s birthday celebration, there were no grand festivities. Instead, a feast was simply prepared at home for a family gathering.

Raylee was about to leave her room and had just pulled the door open when she found Samuel blocking her way.

“Is there something you need, Mr. Goodridge?” she asked placidly.

“Let’s chat,” Samuel said, walking right in without waiting for a response. He took in the stark black-and-white theme of her bedroom. It was minimalist to the extreme, and he couldn’t help but frown.

The room was almost devoid of decorations and looked as simple as a bedroom from the 1950s. Aside from a pet cat curled up on the bed, the entire bedroom was devoid of any liveliness. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

In the past, Raylee had a fondness for sleeping in an extravagant, dreamlike princess room. The room was filled with her favorite figurines and various decorations; entering her room was like stepping into a fairy tale world. The stark contrast left Samuel feeling a huge lump in his throat. His dark eyes were filled with a bitter sadness as he began to speak, his voice slightly shaky.

“Ray-Ray, your room here is too plain and doesn’t suit you. We’ve kept your room at the Goodridge residence just as you left it. You’re welcome to come back and stay anytime. Nothing has been touched.”

He then went over and picked up the cat, his expression a mix of complexity and excitement. “This cat looks just like the one I bought for you, Biscuit. Did you purposely get one that looks exactly the same to keep you company? I’m truly comforted.”

Could this mean that she still held onto the brother-sister bond they once shared?

“Give it back to me!” Raylee swiftly snatched the cat back—the little kitten she had rescued from Lorimer Estate.

She snapped angrily. “What right do you have to even mention Biscuit? It was you who caused its tragic death. I wish you and Waverly would pay for it with your lives!”

Kaylee’s words caused Samuel, who was originally filled with hope, to instantly plummet from heaven to hell. He opened his mouth, intending to apologize, but what came out instead was a rebuttal. “Why are you still hung up on this dent? Biscuit has been gone for so many years now?”

“Even if a hundred years passed, I wouldn’t let it go!” Kaylee’s face was a whirlwind of intense emotions, her anger laced with a touch of grief.

“And you’re telling me no one touched anything in my room? Didn’t Waverly take everything that wasn’t nailed down? After she returned four years ago, she immediately claimed the large room I had occupied for eighteen years. After that, my favorite figurines, jewelry, clothes, bags, even Casimir—was there anything she set her eyes on that she didn’t take? I let her…”

“Did you all treat me like that?”

“Ray-Ray, I never realized you were harboring so much pain. Why didn’t you speak up about it before?” Samuel let out a deep sigh. “At that time, we had just found Wavy, so our entire family was immersed in joy. I’m sorry to have overlooked your feelings.”

Raylee gave him a cold glance.

“It’s too late for any of this now, as I no longer care. Ever since you sent me to prison with your own hands, Raylee Goodridge vanished from this world. Now, I exist only as Raylee Somers, a living shell filled with nothing but hatred!”

“Ray-Ray, I understand that you’re harboring a lot of resentment and anger, but can we separate the issues? Could you possibly reconsider marrying Jeremiah out of spite?” Samuel pleaded, his voice almost desperate.

“No way!”

Holding her cat, Raylee responded tersely before she moved to leave the room. Samuel, in a fit of emotion, gripped her arm tightly. “Tell me, what will it take for you to call off the engagement? Name your terms; as long as it’s within my power, I will make it happen!”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“Then make Waverly go through what I did—send her to prison for four years.” Raylee looked at him, her expression a mix of amusement and seriousness.

Samuel immediately refused. “No way! Wavy is delicate and frail. How could she endure such a long stint in prison? Our parents would never agree to it either!”

Raylee let out a scoff. “If you can’t do it, then don’t just spout nonsense everywhere, all right? It’s really off-putting.”

“I’m only looking out for your best interest when I do everything in my power to stop you from marrying that scumbag. Don’t be ungrateful!” Samuel said, his frustration turning into anger.

“There’s no need for you to trouble yourself, Mr. Goodridge. Take good care of yourself, eat well, and drink well. That way, once I marry into the Lorimer family, you’ll be able to take more than a punch.” Raylee cast a mocking glance at him, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.