He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 361: The Truth in the Water

That was what someone who really couldn't swim looked like.

Yelena jumped with no technique at all, no grace, no plan.

Nothing like Julia's elegant fall.

For someone who couldn't swim, jumping in took nothing but courage.

The two of them had fallen at the same time. Anyone with eyes could see which one was truly helpless.

Gilbert wasn't blind. He saw Yelena—who couldn't swim at all—throw herself into the lake.

This didn't look like a setup to force him into choosing.

But after only a second's thought, he dove in.

And just as everyone expected, he chose the right side.

He swam straight for Julia.

Sherry could swim. He'd almost forgotten that.

True or false, setup or accident—Sherry could take care of herself.

But Julia couldn't.

Julia had already suffered too much in her life. She'd endured so much pain.

If she fell ill from the cold water, it would ruin her.

Only when he jumped in did he realize how freezing the water was.

It would be terrible for a woman to suffer long-term damage from this.

As for Sherry...

Later, he could take care of her. He could help her recover.

But Julia had no one else to rely on.

Underwater, Sherry couldn't believe Yelena had jumped in after her.

That idiot couldn't swim at all.

If they both went down and no one saved them, they'd both die. No one would even call for help.

But that just proved how alone she really was.

Gilbert?

Sherry had never believed his promises. And history repeated itself.

He chose Julia without a second thought. Exactly as she'd known he would.

If she remembered right, Julia's celebrity profiles and interviews all said she used to be a competitive swimmer.

She was an excellent swimmer. But Gilbert still chose her.

He left both women to fend for themselves.

Sherry struggled to drag Yelena back to the boat.

Yelena wasn't hurt, but she was terrified, shaking uncontrollably.

Staff rushed over and wrapped her in blankets. The water was bitterly cold.

Pulling Yelena to safety had exhausted Sherry. But seeing how far her friend had gone for her, Sherry turned and dove back in.

She wasn't about to let them get away with this.

She'd gambled on Julia's personality. She would never let Sherry be the only victim.

Sherry had known Julia would jump—she was too good at playing the victim.

And Julia hadn't disappointed her.

Far away, she saw the two of them clinging to each other like they were the only two people in the world.

Gilbert held her. "Don't be scared. I'm here."

Julia sobbed. "I thought I'd never see you again. I was so scared. The water's so cold.

"The worst part was thinking I'd never see you again."

Her eyes were filled with fake devotion.

Gilbert was completely hypnotized. He held Julia tight, his face full of pity.

As if they were the only ones who'd suffered that day.

As if nothing that happened had anything to do with them.

But in the next second, both of them were attacked in the water.

Sherry surfaced holding a container—the kind used to store water, like a big mineral water jug.

Only much tougher.

She smashed it over Gilbert's head and across Julia's face.

Gilbert's vision blurred. His strength drained away instantly.

Julia was even worse. She felt like her teeth were loose. Her mouth filled with the taste of blood.

No one had ever hit her like this in her life.

She wanted to tear Sherry apart right there. If they were in the ocean, she would drown Sherry without a second thought.

As for Yelena, she could get rid of her later with a fake excuse.

But Sherry smiled coldly, dangerously. "Gilbert can't move anymore. If you let him go, he'll drown here.

"Are you still going to pretend you can't swim?

"He loves you so much he's destroyed his own family. Do you really not care? Or is Gilbert just a stepping stone to you?"

Julia gritted her teeth.

This was the perfect chance to get rid of Sherry for good.

Sherry had saved Yelena and attacked them both. She had to be exhausted by now.