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"Ernest, are you insinuating that I'm a fool?" Sylvia was already livid, but her brother had to ridicule her. Down in the dumps, she retorted, "Can't you show some compassion? It's not easy for me either."
Ernest quirked his eyebrow and said with a smile, "Well, I think knowing Chigo, since he has given it to you, he won't take it back."
Sylvia didn't need Ernest telling her that.
It wasn't as if she didn't know what Chigo was like.
However, she still had a nagging feeling that Chigo saw her as more than just a sister, so she started recalling all he said before he said he was only joking.
As obtuse as she could get, she no longer thought the matter was as simple as it seemed to be.
Chigo's action was a kind of declaration.
Fortunately, she was only sixteen. If she had come of age, Chigo would really be more presumptuous, like he had said.
Sylvia withdrew her hand, which she had stretched out to snatch the hair comb, sitting down morosely on the sofa.