Sabrina turned around and looked at Isadora. Isadora did not have that usual viciousness and icy coldness i n her gaze, and it was replaced with shyness. There was a sense of gratitude in her shyness.
Sabrina sneered. "A robber's sister could show the feeling of gratitude?"
Isadora instantly became exasperated. "Don't infuriate me! Don't think that I will spare you because you have helped me treat my wound on my foot! Also, don't think that I can’t do anything to you now that one of m y feet could no longer walk! Don't you forget that you're a pregnant woman! I can have you killed in a jiffy!”
Sabrina nodded. "My bad. I thought that birds of a feather flock together. After all, it's your brother who robs, and not you. I’m sorry."
"My brother also wasn't born a robber! I forbid you to criticize my brother in the future! Otherwise, I will not let you treat the wound on my foot anymore!" said Isadora sternly with her chin lifted.
Sabrina looked at Isadora. "There's something wrong with your brain!"
"Even if my foot is broken and even if I become crippled, I will also not let you treat my foot anymore i f you call my brother a robber!" Isadora said.
"You...you truly have a problem! It's not your foot that has a problem! It's your brain! I am the one treating the wound on your foot now. Your brother is the one who begged me to treat the wound on your foot. I'm not the one who wanted to treat you! The wound is on your body, so not treating it would be your business. Being crippled is also your business. What does it have to do with me?" asked Sabrina, amused.
"I just won’t let you treat me! So what if I have died? I will not accept any hand out, any condescending hand out! I don’t want to accept handouts without any dignity! I don’t want it. Do you understand? How would such a high and mighty wife of a rich man like you understand how it felt for us to be living in exile? How could you understand our difficulties? In your eyes, my brother and I are robbers and are lowly people whose death would not be mourned by others, aren't we? Then, why do you still want to treat the wound on my foot? Are you treating me as a charity case? Do you pity me? I'm sorry! I, Isadora Yeatman, have dignity. I'd rather die than to accept your hand out. Get lost!"
Isadora chased Sabrina away without any hesitation. Sabrina was speechless. She suddenly felt that this stubborn girl before her eyes was someone who had been through a lot. The feeling that she had earlier did not seem to be an illusion. That kind of feeling of the two siblings relying on each other to survive did not seem to be an illusion.
"I'm sorry." Isadora apologized to Sabrina. "I'm sorry. I know that it was out of the kindness of your hearts for you to treat the wound on my foot. My emotions are not stable today. You don't need to mind me. You also can stop treating me."
"It's fine. I will heal the wound on your foot. Like I said, you're innocent. You're different from your brother," Sabrina said.
After saying that, Sabrina turned around and left. She was not going to bother fighting with an emotionally charged person. Besides, this young lady indeed was not a robber or a burglar.
"My brother is a very good person!" Isadora suddenly said behind her.
Sabrina did not look back, and she just continued to walk out. "That is what you think."
"No!" Isadora said with agitation. "My brother was forced to be like this! Don't misunderstand my brother like this, alright? He likes you very much. I have never seen him liking a woman so much. You're pregnant, but he still cherishes you."
Sabrina stopped in her tracks. At that moment, she was incomparably furious. She turned her head around and looked at Isadora fiercely. "Miss Yeatman! Let me tell you this. If I can heal the wound on your foot, I also can cripple your foot! Please don’t say that your brother likes me in front of me, a married woman who is even pregnant, and don't act indecently like that, alright? Miss Yeatman, don't you forget that I am being held hostage by you guys. Being held hostage,
alright?"
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