He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 377: Trash VS Treasure

"And a maid having a child? That would be a scandal no one could cover up."

Julia was growing more triumphant by the second.

"You've used this against me for years. Now you have no leg to stand on. How dare you call me a homewrecker?

"You don't have the right anymore. You owe me an apology.

"I've been called names by a maid for years. I'm the one who was wronged!"

Sherry felt like Gilbert had pushed her straight into the dirt.

And he didn't even deny it. He just stood there, letting it happen.

"Sherry," Gilbert said coldly, "if you give the VIP room to Julia, I'll bury everything I hid for you before—and whatever embarrassment you've caused today. No one will ever mention it again."

Julia thought this was an excellent deal, because she'd learned the truth.

So Gilbert had never cared about Sherry at all. She'd been a fool to think otherwise.

Sherry was nothing. She hadn't even reached the bottom of his heart, let alone touched it.

Her life was just one big joke.

And this secret—sure, it traded for a room today, but if she wanted to threaten Sherry later, it wouldn't stop at a single room.

A secret this big cost her too much to just let go.

Sherry was dreaming if she thought it was over.

From now on, whenever she wanted, she could bring this up. Gilbert only said he wouldn't let others know—he didn't say she couldn't threaten Sherry with it.

She'd twist the knife as much as she wanted. Let Sherry hate her, but be completely helpless.

Wendy was already chuckling to herself.

Then her smile died.

"Scumbag."

Lucas' voice was low and dangerous.

Still carrying Sherry on his back, he drove one long leg straight into Gilbert's stomach.

If they weren't in a hospital, if Sherry weren't in his arms, he would have made Gilbert regret being born.

Gilbert doubled over in pain.

Julia rushed to him, then turned to Lucas, eyes blazing. "Do you think my reputation, my future—everything—means less than her little cold?

"A woman's reputation is everything. It's her life!

"My life isn't worth—"

"It isn't."

Lucas cut her off without mercy.

"You aren't worth a single strand of her hair. Not even one that falls out naturally."

Julia's face went blank.

These were words she'd never imagined hearing in her lifetime—words meant to be said to someone else.

And she was the one being compared.

Today, she was the one being thrown aside.

Humiliation burned in her, but pride burned hotter.

If it had been a real noble lady—one of the King City princesses—she could accept it.

They were on her level.

But Sherry? What the hell was she?

"What is Sherry, exactly?" Julia screamed. "If it were any other woman, I'd take it! But her? She's not even worth my toes!

"Name one thing she's better at than me! Comparing her to me is an insult to my dignity!"

Julia was losing her mind.

"I think you're just doing this on purpose! You're clinging to Sherry because you don't want to marry me!

"But if I wanted to marry you, you wouldn't dare say no! I'm perfect. Why wouldn't you want me?"

If Gilbert weren't here, she would've added that men lined up to marry her, and it wasn't a joke.

All she had to do was say "yes," and the world would be laid at her feet.

And Sherry?

Who loved Sherry?

Lucas?

She didn't buy it.

No one would choose trash over someone like her.

"Miss Mack, you think far too highly of yourself."

Julia lifted her chin, sharp with pride. "I'm not arrogant. I just have the chops.

"Because I'm worth it."

"I don't know why anyone would treat trash like a treasure," Lucas said, his gaze cold and cutting. "But I don't collect trash."