Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl



Chapter 1389

Luther's eyes lit up before he burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Pearl. You are truly a brilliant woman."

Indeed, he was drawn to her, not for love, but because he appreciated her intelligence.

Pearl remained composed as she sighed deeply. "So how long will you keep up this act?" Luther stopped short. "What are you talking about?"

Pearl considered her words and placed a folder on his desk. "I've done some digging into your past, why you are the way you are, and why you took Nina in."

At the mention of the name, a vein on Luther's temple throbbed.

"You took her in because she was left by her mother, just like you were, and because she resembles your mother. You're not one to trust easily, so you investigated her background and uncovered a big secret. She's your half-sister."

Luther smiled and clenched his jaw. "You really are smart."

"Hold on, there's more," Pearl went on. "You've chosen not to tell her the truth and just treat her as an adopted sister because you're scared, right? You didn't want to face that not only was your mom this man's mistress, but she was also involved with James's dad. She was more than a victim, she was a homewrecker."

Luther's eyes grew fierce. "Enough. Stop talking!"

"You can't accept that this was your mother's reality, so you've been lying to yourself and causing trouble for the Crawfords to deal with your pain. You even dragged James into this mess because you want someone else to feel your anguish, don't you?"

"I said, shut up!" Luther shouted.

Pearl knew she had struck a nerve. "And that's why you never accepted Nina's love. Did you ever think it ironic that your own half-sister would fall for you?"noveldrama

Suddenly, Luther grabbed her, pinning her to the couch.

"I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?" He pressed down on her neck, his eyes burning with anger, as if he was about to strangle her.

Pearl struggled to breathe but was determined to make her point. "Luther... cough... What's the point of all this struggle? You're just fighting yourself. You're dragging so many innocent people into your turmoil. But does any of it really matter?"

At the word 'matter', Luther released his grip. He slumped back on the couch, his voice low and defeated. "If I don't fight, I remain the son of a mistress. People would scorn me. If I don't rise above, how will I survive?"