Chapter 418 Who Really Stayed


    Chapter 418 Who Really Stayed


    When the car mmed into the greenery, Taylor instinctively twisted his body to shield Mathilda in the passenger seat.


    “Taylor!”


    Mathilda was startled by the sudden crash.


    She could feel warm blood stter onto her. It was his blood–no doubt about it.


    Seeing Taylor injured pained her, but then she remembered something: while his car was expensive, it was also an electric vehicle. And EVs were known for catching fire after collisions. Without hesitation, she shoved open the door and scrambled out….


    Taylor was worried too. If the car caught fire or exploded…


    But his head was pounding, spinning. His leg was in agony. He couldn’t move.


    He had to rely on Mathilda to help him out.


    If she helped him now–right now–both of them would be safe.


    “Mathilda…”


    He called out weakly, hoping she’d turn back.


    She really did love Taylor. She wanted him to live.


    But she was terrified.


    If she tried to help him and the car exploded, she’d die too.


    <i>Taylor</i>, <i>I’m </i>sorry. <i>I </i><i>just </i><i>want </i>to live…


    She whispered the words silently in her heart and took off running even faster.


    Taylor pried his eyes open and saw her–his sister, the one he had always cherished–running away like she was being chased by rabid dogs. Not once did she look back. Not once did she try to help.


    His mind blurred, he couldn’t help but recall another crash years ago.


    That time, he was driving a gas–powered car.


    He’d heard the fuel leaking. His injuries were too severe–he couldn’t move at all. He feared the car might explode, killing him and Lily both, and he’d told her to run.


    But Lily didn’t run.


    Even knowing the car could blow up at any second, she’d thrown his muchrger frame over her back and carried him, inch by painful inch, away from danger.


    She was bleeding too, badly. But she kept reassuring him over and over, telling him not to be afraid.


    The moment they got far enough away, the car went up in mes.


    That adopted little sister of his had risked her life to save his.


    And now, the sister he had doted on all his life–his biological sister–chose to leave him behind when his life was on the line.


    What a joke.


    Mathilda’s figure grew smaller and smaller, vanishing around a corner.


    Alone on the empty road, memories of his childhood came rushing in like a tidal wave.


    “Taylor, don’t be sad! We’ll keep searching until we find Mathilda!”


    “Happy birthday, Taylor! I hope you’re always happy!”


    “Taylor, don’t be scared. I won’t let anything happen to you!”


    “We finally found Mathilda! After everything she’s been through out there, I’ll treat her extra, extra well!”


    “Taylor, let’s always protect Mathilda together!”


    “Taylor… Taylor…”


    Every scene was Lily’s face, lit with a bright, innocent smile.


    When had she stopped smiling at him?


    Right. The day after Mathilda returned.


    Mathilda had fallen down the stairs, bleeding and crying, using Lily of trying to hurt her.


    He’d heard her sobbing and rushed over, only to see Lily standing frozen at the top of the stairs, eyes red with panic.


    She’d tried to exin. Said she hadn’t pushed Mathilda. Said she hadn’t even reached thending yet when Mathilda fell.


    But seeing Mathilda covered in blood, hearing her choked, heartbreaking cries….


    He lost all reason.


    In a blind rage, he pped Lily across the face and shoved her down the stairs.


    Her head cracked open from the fall.


    From that day on, she never smiled at him again.


    She never called him “Taylor” again.


    All these years, he’d told himself that whatever punishment they gave Lily, she deserved it.


    Because she had stolen Mathilda’s life. Because she kept hurting her.


    But Mathilda wasn’t the innocent girl he had imagined.


    She had lied. Framed Lily. Ordered Randy to sell her to traffickers. Stabbed Sharon and Jenn in the back when they offered kindness. Even after being rescued herself, she had ripped away other girls‘ only shelter.


    The day she fell down those stairs–was the broken security camera really just a coincidence?


    Could anything she said be trusted?


    He didn’t want to believe the truth, but reality kept pping him in the face.


    His sister wasn’t innocent.


    She was a liar–through and through.


    His vision blurred again, and another thought slipped into his mind.


    Had Lily really stolen Mathilda’s life…? Or had they stolen hers?