He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 315: The Curfew

"I arranged a bed for you. Don't come back tonight."

Julia's mouth twitched awkwardly. For a second, she thought she'd misheard. "It's just a small cut. I'll come back after they bandage it—"

"Too late. The Harrison house has a curfew. You won't make it back in time."

Irene had mentioned curfews. The Harrisons had plenty of old-money rules. Julia hadn't worried—those ancient families always had traditions.

But she'd forgotten.

The elders didn't even live here. Young people usually ignored that stuff.

She'd trapped herself. She even considered breaking the rule anyway—make Lucas see how special she was.

"Wait. Since when do we have a curfew?"

Sherry looked genuinely confused, like she'd never heard of such a thing.

Lucas smiled. "Since now. One-day trial."

Julia's face finally cracked. The smugness crumbled. The practiced poise shattered.

But the ambulance didn't care. They took her away, per Lucas' orders.

When Julia tried to get out mid-ride? Forget it. They drove her to the farthest hospital possible.

By the time she got back, like Sherry said, that wound would've healed itself.

Despite the manipulation, the EMTs still checked her injury professionally. Their expressions were... something.

But Lucas had called. And they worked for Harrison Group. They knew which way the wind blew.

"Go sleep over there." They pushed the cart off.

Good manners kept Julia from rolling her eyes.

She was furious. She wanted to grab that nurse and beat her up to vent the fire boiling inside.

She had money, enough to buy that nurse's life.

She was about to swing when she saw the huge Harrison Group logo on the hospital wall. Her hands froze and pulled back.

The nurse glanced back. Julia's expression was demonic. The nurse, who feared nothing, suddenly felt cold fear. She ran.

Cathy watched from inside the doorway as Julia was hauled away.

She'd wanted to say something. But Lucas was so ruthless!

If someone as beautiful and charming as Julia got shipped out, Cathy wasn't spending a night in any hospital. No way.

But she was on Julia's side. If Sherry got favored, she'd lord it over Cathy and flaunt it in her face every day.

Once Lucas went inside, Cathy sashayed over, dripping false elegance. "Look at you, Sherry. All high and mighty. Couldn't get anything from the Bodes, so now you're getting it from the Harrisons.

"Use your brain. The only reason you're treated decently here is my cousin. They're being nice out of respect for him. You really think a top-tier, gorgeous man would want you?"

She laughed, sharp and mean. "Think about it. The second my cousin divorces you, you're out on your ass. They'll boot you right out of here."

Julia had said the same thing.

The Harrison family and the Bode family are bound to clash down the line.

The Harrisons just played the long game, using Sherry as a pawn. And Sherry was too stupid to see it.

"Then by your logic, you're Gilbert's favorite cousin. You should be treated even better. Why aren't you? Not important enough?"

Cathy's poise was shattered. "Shut up! You're the reason I get targeted! And Julia, too! You think I'm still stupid?

"I know exactly what Julia's capable of. Getting targeted like this? First time ever. You expect me to believe you haven't badmouthed her? That you didn't try to keep her and Lucas apart?

"The reason everyone hates you? They figured out you're a snake. All those tears, but behind everyone's back, you're poison. That's why you got beaten every single time. You deserve every bit of it—you'd be better off staying home as an obedient maid, at least you'd still get fed... Aaaah!"

Before Cathy could finish, Sherry's foot connected.

Cathy hit the ground, sprawled like a dog.