The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 428

428.Chapter 428

Matthew was practically losing it as he grilled Dylan

Matthew thought. “Not again. First Diana, now Dylan.

‘From my fiancée to my

wown brother. Why is everyone doing this to me?”

“Tell me why! Matthew demanded.

Rage and a sense of betrayal swirled in Matthew’s eyes.

One by one, they were all abandoning him.

Matthew thought, “Did I do something wrong? Where did I screw up?

‘All I did was choose Sophie, who saved my life, over Eliza.

Is that really so wrong?”

Matthew wanted answers, but Dylan wasn’t giving him any.

“We can’t get through to you, Matthew, Dylan said.

“Can’t get through? Or you just don’t want to talk? You used to tell me everything, and now you’re saying we can’t communicate? Matthew challenged.

“What’s going on between us that we can’t talk about?” Matthew couldn’t wrap his head around it.

To him, Dylan was just coming up with excuses. He couldn’t accept it.

“Matthew, do you think I don’t want to talk? I’ve already told you so much, tried to reason with you over and over, but you’re the one who refuses to listen. You only hear what you want to hear, do what you want to do, and completely ignore

everyone else’s advice. So tell me, how am I supposed to get through to you? Enough, Matthew. Figure it out yourself.” With that, Dylan turned to leave.

But Matthew wasn’t about to let him go.

He grabbed Dylan’s arm and snapped, “You’re not leaving! Dylan, you’re not going anywhere until you explain yourself!”

Dylan thought, ‘Does he really think my patience is limitless?”

He instantly turned icy. He shot Matthew a cold glare and said, “Let go.”

“I won’t” Matthew clenched his teeth, his eyes locked on Dylan with unyielding determination.

Matthew clenched his teeth, his eyes locked on Dylan with unyielding determination.

Almost as soon as Matthew finished speaking, a heavy fist slammed down onto the table beside them.

“This is your last warning. Let me go.” Dylan was furious.

Matthew wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. The moment Dylan threw a punch, he shouted back furiously, “Oh, you wanna fight? Fine, bring it on!”

To him, it was just another scuffle. They’d had plenty of those growing up.

But when Dylan swung his fist again, this time aiming straight for his face.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Before he could even react, the punch landed squarely on his face,

The force of the blow sent Matthew’s head snapping to the side.

Dylan’s voice was cold and unyielding. “You wanted a beating? Well, here it is.”

Blood trickled from the corner of Matthew’s mouth. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, and upon seeing the crimson smear, he sneered bitterly, gritting his teeth. “Alright, let’s do this!”

The tension in the hut was suffocating, the air thick with hostility.

In the next moment, Dylan abruptly turned and stormed outside.

It wasn’t a retreat. It was a calculated move. “Get out here!” he barked.

He had no intention of letting his hut get wrecked in the process.