Nemesis Game

Chapter 35 Mistaken Love

After saying that in a cruel tone, Ruben didn't care about Samantha whose face was pale with pain and

shook her off with much strength.

Samantha staggered back and felt chills in her heart.

Unsurprisingly, Ruben would not let go of her brother easily.

Fortunately, her brother didn't stab Ruben with the knife. Otherwise, her brother would be charged with

murder.

Stanley walked over to help Samantha up and said indignantly, "Ruben, I take all the responsibility. I

am the one that wants to kill you. If you want to sue me, just go ahead."

Samantha shook her head with tears and said in a low voice, "Mr Knight, what should I do to let you

give up suing Mr Powell."

Ruben looked indifferent and handsome, with the cold vibe surrounded. He looked down at her like a

god.

"What are you to me? Why do I tell you?" Ruben's voice was cold and indifferent.

Samantha felt extreme coldness as if she had fallen into an ice cell.

She moved her lips and wanted to say something, but she suddenly felt dizzy and her hands grow

numb. Cold sweat ran down her forehead and she began to tremble.

It hurt so much!

"Hold on!" Stanley didn't know who Gabriel was or why Gabriel had this woman save him, but the most

important thing was to save this unconscious woman.

Stanley carried Samantha who was weak and strode out.

Ruben fell silent.

He stood at the big conference room and lifted his hand on which that woman's blood remained.

Just then, the blood dried and became sticky.

Ruben suddenly sneered. Did he underestimate Gabriel? Gabriel had nothing to do with Samantha, but

why did Gabriel keep helping the people around Samantha?

It was surprising that Gabriel helped Helena. How about Stanley?

Gabriel wanted to save Stanley.

Why?

Could it be a coincidence? Or ... a wild guess came to his mind?

But he didn't dare to continue. How could it be possible?

That woman was dead.

Ruben suddenly smiled with a self-mocking expression.

"Samantha..."

He whispered this name deep in his heart. If that woman was here, what would she do?

Would she run to him and stood in front of him like Helena?

Helena did that not for him, but Samantha must do that for him.

Ruben could not figure out his feelings. He held that he had responsibility for Samantha's death.

He didn't love Samantha, but he didn't want her to die.

...

Samantha was sent to hospital and fell into a coma because of a loss of blood.

Stanley didn't leave but stayed by her side.

She got injured for him, so he had the responsibility and obligation to take good care of her.

She reminded him of Samantha who had passed away.

He sat by the sickbed like a puppet without a soul. Stanley stared at the woman's pale face. The rim of

his eyes became moist.

He pressed it with his fingers and sobbed, "Samantha, I'm here. I won't let anyone bully you again. The

Moore family doesn't accept you. I'll take you home."

They went home.

Yes, they went home together.

He would take her sister back home. Even if everyone said that Samantha was so vicious that she

killed her biological mother, Stanley didn't believe it.

His sister was the kindest person in this world.

He cried suddenly and lowered his head sorrowfully, "But, I lost you. I could not find my way back

home."

Samantha closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Hearing her brother's cries, Samantha felt very

painful as if her heart was stabbed. Her soul was tortured by the pain.

She tried her best to hold back tears but failed.

She wanted to wake up, hugged her brother and cried. She would go home with him.

She didn't want to stay in the Moore family. She didn't want to be Mrs Knight.

She only wanted to be Stanley's sister and go back home with him.

But she didn't open her eyes.

She didn't have the courage to confess herself. She could not ruin Gabriel's hard work. She had no

chance to go back on her promise.

When Stanley was in silence, his phone in hand rang suddenly.

Samantha clenched the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

Stanley muted the phone and picked it up by the window.

"Stanley, you are my brother. Why don't you contact me when you're back?" On the other side was

Peyton whose voice pretended to be soft.

Stanley put on an indifferent look and seemed to think about a poisonous snake, "My sister has died."

There was a long pause. Pauses of Peyton's breathing could be felt.

"What nonsense did you talk about? Samantha is not your biological sister. I am." Peyton gritted her

teeth.

Stanley interrupted her indifferently, "What do you come for?"

"Stanley!" Peyton could no longer hold her temper, "Don't get on my bad side. You went to the Knight

Group to kill Ruben. Ruben has called the police. You are not afraid of being sued? I just want to help

you. Do you have to be so bad to me? I am your sister."

Stanley stared at the buttonwood with an indifferent look, "Just come at me. I am not afraid."

Peyton was enraged. Why was Stanley so stubborn?

"Well, I heard that Helena got injured? Which hospital are you in? I come to visit her." Peyton shifted

the topic.

Peyton got close to Stanley because she wanted to know more about Gabriel.

She was surprised that Gabriel would help Stanley. She wanted to figure out the relationship between

them, so she played nice with Stanley. Otherwise, she wouldn't talk with him.

At that time, to compensate Peyton, Stanley wanted to take Peyton back to the Powell family. Peyton

considered it a joke since she didn't want to endure hardship and take care of a sick mother.

Peyton refused Stanley. That was how Stanley see through Peyton.

Peyton was unworthy of being compared with Samantha.

"No need. You will hurt her. I don't think that you come to visit your competitor sincerely." Stanley raised

his hand and saw the sunshine shine on his palm with a cold look.

Peyton was so angry that she wanted to rush over to bite Stanley.

Stanley was so mean to her.

"She takes my role, but you still defend her?" Peyton was so enraged that she even wanted to kill

others.

Stanley refuted Peyton indifferently.

"Peyton, God is watching your every move. Helena took your part. How about you? You take away

everything that belongs to Samantha. Good and evil will always be rewarded. I advise you to be kind."

With that said, Stanley hung up the phone since Peyton was not worth his breath.

He knew that Peyton had evil thoughts.

Peyton was suddenly nice to him. She must be up to no good.

It turned silent again in the ward.

When Stanley turned around, Samantha opened her eyes slowly.

Stanley looked at her, and she looked back. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Did I disturb you?" He hurried over, with guilt on his handsome face.

Samantha shook her head and smiled, "You are Samantha's brother?"

"Yes." Stanley paused and lifted his eyes, "What are you? Though the man behind you helped me get

away from Knight Group, I still have doubts on you."

Stanley was very frank, but Samantha felt a little sorrowful and smiled bitterly.

"I'm Samantha's friend." She said in a soft voice.

"Friend?" Stanley squinted his eyes and felt suspicious.

His sister was quiet and bashful. She didn't have any friends. Helena said that she was his sister's

friend. It was hard for Stanley to take it.

Samantha nodded, "She had talked about you. Your relationship was quite good. She was always

worried about you, afraid that you are lonely outside."

"Well..." Stanley looked down and clenched his fist.

His sister always cared about him, but what did he do for her?

He didn't even have the ability to avenge his sister. What could he do?

"You don't have to blame yourself. If she was still alive, she would not be willing to see you in sadness."

Samantha could not help but comfort Stanley.

The excuse was crappy, but she had no other way. She wanted to know her brother with a new identity.

She had to use another identity.

"Why did Gabriel help me? Do you have some conflicts with Ruben?" He asked with a sharp gaze.

Samantha paused. She didn't expect her brother was so clever and figured it out so soon.

When they were silent, the ward door was pushed open.

The man's voice was deep like a cello.

"Mr Powell, you are so curious about me?"