?<strong>Chapter 228:</strong>


    Elyse gazed at Mabel with a gentle expression and said, “Please don’t cry. What can I do to help you?” Mabel sobbed, pleading, “Elyse, could you provide me with a few morepositions of yours? If I don’t release new music, I’ll fade from the entertainment scene, and thepany will abandon me.” Tears filled her eyes as she looked at Elyse. “With just a fewpositions from you, I can revive my career.”


    Elyse was about to respond when a wave of disappointment washed over her. Slowly retracting her hand, she asked in a cold tone, “Did youe to me just to requestpositions from me?”


    Unaware of Elyse’s change in demeanor, Mabel replied with anguish, “I’m in such a desperate situation. Won’t you help me?”


    Forcing a smile, Elyse replied with a hint of coldness, “Am I the cause of your misfortune? You didn’t earn your way into the entertainment industry; you stole my works and passed them off as your own to get the chance. Now that your career is crumbling, you expect me to rescue you with my works. Why should I assist you? Just because we’re sisters?”


    Mabel clenched her teeth, her gaze dripping with malice. ustomed to her usual arrogance and dominance, Mabel found it challenging to conceal her emotions.


    The malice in Mabel’s eyes pierced Elyse’s heart. This was her younger sister, someone she had cared for since childhood. How could her sister look at her with such hostility? Elyse’s demeanor grew even colder. “I’ve warned you before not to covet what isn’t yours.”


    With a serious expression, Mabel retorted, “Elyse, I’m your sister. I’m in distress, yet you refuse to help me. Do you even consider me your sister?”


    Hearing Mabel’s words, Elyse’s anger ignited. Had her care and kindness towards Mabel in the past been in vain? She shouldn’t have been so generous to her.


    “You struggled with your studies in school, and it was me who assisted you every day. I stood up for you when you were bullied. I’ve helped you countless times. Yet you seem to have forgotten all of that, haven’t you?” Elyse’s voice was tinged with disappointment.


    Mabel angrily pushed the coffee in front of her off the table. “If you’ve helped me so many times, then why won’t you help me now? You don’t see me as your sister. You’ve been weary of me for a long time,” she demanded fiercely.


    Elyse felt utterly disappointed in Mabel. She rubbed her temples wearily, feeling the weight of painful memories from the past bearing down on her like a relentless punishment. “Did you say I don’t treat you like my sister? I don’t believe you see me as your sister. It’s more like you treat me as your servant. You freely take whatever you need from me, assuming I’ll always provide whatever you desire,” Elyse ruthlessly exposed Mabel’s true intentions. How could a sister behave in such a manner?


    They seemed to be more like enemies than siblings. A bitter, self-deprecating smile crept onto Elyse’s lips. She chuckled inwardly at herself for ever entertaining the notion that Mabel could be a supportive sister, especially after her disappointments with Lanny and Glenda. Elyse recognized her own naivety once again.


    “Please leave now. I won’t give you any of my works. Just forget about it,” Elyse stated tly.


    Mabel was taken aback by her firmness. “But you’re my sister. Why won’t you help me? I just need a fewpositions. I don’t want anything else. Why won’t you help me?” Mabel’s voice quivered with desperation.


    Just like in the past when she was displeased, Mabel threw a tantrum and demanded until she got her way. But Mabel misjudged the situation. Elyse was not like Glenda; she did not sumb to Mabel’s tactics.


    With a steely gaze, Elyse pointed towards the exit of the lounge. “Leave immediately. I won’t repeat it.”


    “Give me yourpositions, Elyse Lloyd! Give them to me!” Mabel mmed her fists on the table and then lunged for Elyse’s phone.


    Elyse reacted swiftly, anticipating Mabel’s actions. She dodged to the side, keeping her phone out of Mabel’s reach. Mabel’s attempt to grab Elyse’s phone was thwarted when Elyse swiftly dodged again, causing Mabel to slip and fall into the spilled coffee.


    “Ahh!” Mabel cried out in pain as she noticed her hand covered in blood from the broken ss.


    Elyse couldn’t bear to see Mabel in pain and extended her hand to help her up. “Go home immediately.”


    “You’re not even willing to offer assistance while I’m in such misery,” Mabel, her eyes reddened, confronted Elyse, disying her bleeding hand in front of her.


    Elyse nced at Mabel’s bleeding hand and uttered in a detached tone, “You’ve done this to yourself. It’s not my responsibility.”


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