This time, Shane Sanders hadn't just hurt his hand for Serena's sake; he'd also sprained his ankle. In his current condition, he was confined to his bed, completely immobile. To make matters worse, his mother was seriously ill and couldn't possibly take care of him. So, Stella thought it over and decided she had to create another opportunity for him and her sister.
"Sis, I'm thirsty. Can you go get me a bottle of water?" 'I shouldn't be ordering my sister around like this,' she thought. 'In my past life, I always treated her like a maid. But right now, I have to get her out of the way.'
Serena, accustomed to being bossed around by her younger sister, immediately agreed and left.
The moment she left, Shane Sanders's gaze followed her, his expression wistful, as if he'd lost a part of his soul.
