Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 946: 273: She is the lofty Miss Song of the Song family! _1

Upon reading that text, Rachel Barton was momentarily dumbfounded.

She almost thought she was hallucinating.

She could not believe that Delia Frieman would send her that message.

What on earth had happened?

Had Noah Reed told Delia everything?

Did Delia believe him?

“Heh,” Rachel sneered.

I see.

The so-called sisterly bond between her and Delia was that fragile, after all.

Noah merely stirred up some rumors, and Delia cut off her living expenses.

In Delia’s heart, her sister mattered less than a man.

Such irony.

Rachel tried hard to calm herself, then dialed Delia’s number.

Not on WhatsApp.

But a phone call.

Delia answered pretty quickly on the other end.

“Hello.”

“Sis,” Rachel started.

“What is it?” There was nothing abnormal in Delia’s tone.

Very calm.

This made Rachel somewhat doubtful.

What had happened to Delia?

If Noah really did tell Delia about that incident, she shouldn’t be this unconcerned.

At this point, Delia should be vehemently questioning her, asking why she told Noah those things.

Rachel continued, “Sis, did something happen? Why did you suddenly move out from home?”

Delia said, “With all your beating around the bush, you mean to ask why I suddenly cut off your funds, right?”

Rachel was taken aback.

She did not expect Delia to be that blunt.

Rachel didn’t say anything.

Neither side made a sound.

It was as if someone had pressed pause on the atmosphere.

No matter what, Delia was her sister after all; Rachel did not understand why Delia would suddenly change like this.

After a moment, Delia continued, “Rachel, as I told you before, you’re almost nineteen. You should learn to support yourself, not rely on me forever. Don’t tell me you don’t have time because of school; you don’t have classes on Wednesday and Friday. You have four rest days out of the seven days in a week. Even if you make 100 dollars a day tutoring, it should cover your living expenses.”

Rachel looked down, a gloomy expression in her eyes.

She should go tutor?

Yes.

In the past, when she was all alone in River City, she had tutored, she had worked part-time…

Many times she woke up in the middle of the night feeling grateful that she didn’t have to live that life anymore.

But now.

She has a sister, has a family.

Others her age had their families supporting them, why should her family make things difficult for her?

Now that Delia is a white-collar worker and superior, is she starting to abandon her?

All that talk about family ties, blood relations.

Phony!

All of it was phony.

“I understand now,” Rachel said, and then hung up, “Goodbye, Sis.”

On the other side.

Looking at the ended call, Delia frowned slightly.

Noah was right.

Rachel was an ungrateful and vicious person.

Every time she sought her out deliberately, it was always out of need.

Learning that she won’t finance her anymore, Rachel immediately hung up the phone.

Delia drew a deep breath.

It was very distressing.

Her mind was a complete mess.

Regardless of how it’s said, Rachel is still her sister, although it wasn’t Rachel who brought her back from Giseda City.

Had it not been for Rachel, she wouldn’t have met Viola Thompson.

This is also the reason why Delia didn’t outright break ties with Rachel.

Aside from their blood ties, there was also the matter of a life-saving grace.

This was the last bit of dignity Delia was leaving for Rachel.

Hoping that Rachel would mend her ways from now on.

At these thoughts, Delia sighed and took a sip of the red wine on the table.

Ding-dong.

Just then, the doorbell rang through the air.

Delia put down the goblet and walked over to open the door.

“Big sis!”

The door opened, and it was none other than Noah Reed.

Noah gave Delia a big hug.

Delia smiled and asked, “What brings you here?”

Noah answered, “I guessed you’ve missed me, and so, here I am.”

They were in the throes of a passionate relationship.

Stuck like glue to each other.

“Also, I brought barbeque and beer,” Noah added with a smile: “I guessed you might fancy a drink now.”

“You guessed right,” Delia replied.

Noah beamed with pride, “See, am I not smart, big sis?”

“Very smart!” Delia praised.

Noah came in with the barbeque and beer.

Delia took the barbequed food into the kitchen to arrange it on a plate.

The place she lived in now was found for her by Noah.

A standard bachelor apartment.

The luxurious decorations, suiting her status as a white-collar worker, were fitting to Delia.

While she was busy in the kitchen, Noah sat on the sofa in the living room, switching the TV on.