He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 401: This Is Where You Belong

We don't need this plague in our family!

His gut feeling was never wrong. If Sherry kept causing trouble like this, the Campbell family would be ruined. Getting rid of her sooner rather than later was the only solution.

"So it turns out you don't care about your friends at all? No good deed goes unpunished with you, does it? You really have no conscience whatsoever.

"People online have no idea what you're really like. Once they find out, they'll see everything we've done is completely justified."

How did I end up related to someone like her?

Bryan spat out his disgust, while Sherry had already climbed into the van.

She stayed completely silent the entire time.

Bryan couldn't hold back his irritation. "Aren't you going to say anything? Don't you want to ask where I'm taking you?"

He'd been looking forward to seeing Sherry break down in tears, begging him to let her go.

But he would never show her mercy.

Sherry hadn't shown Claire any mercy either—she'd let the online mob attack Claire without a second thought. Now she was getting what she deserved!

To his frustration, Sherry didn't even bother responding to him.

Bryan seethed.

It felt as if someone beneath him was looking down on him, like he was the fool instead of her.

What a joke.

Once they reached their destination, he had no doubt Sherry would finally crack.

They drove farther and farther from the city center until they pulled up in front of a building that loomed dark and foreboding in the middle of the night.

As Sherry stood at the front gate, an extremely expensive luxury car quietly followed behind them and finally came to a stop right there.

A pair of fair legs stepped out first, followed by a woman who emerged with graceful poise.

To his surprise, it was Julia, dressed in an expensive tailored suit. Sencia City certainly had refined taste—no wonder so many people flocked there to build their careers and connections.

Julia looked every bit the elegant white swan.

Even though she'd taken her time, she'd still caught up easily enough.

After all, Sherry was riding in a beat-up old van that could barely pick up speed. It was no challenge to overtake her.

Sherry's gown was stained and messy, only making Julia look even more like a princess, looking down her nose at her with haughty disdain.

Julia glided over, took in Sherry's disheveled appearance, and let out a laugh. "Sherry, you look right at home here.

"Oh, I almost forgot—the sign out front got washed away in the rain the day before yesterday. You can't see it now, but I'd be happy to tell you anyway. This is where you belong."

Julia smiled sweetly, enunciating every word. "A psychiatric hospital."

The words hit Sherry like salt in an open wound.

This was the place her family had deliberately thrown her into, the place where she'd slowly started to believe she really was insane.

The more she doubted her own mind, the more physical symptoms she developed—whether from psychological suggestion or genuine illness, she never knew.

Some kids had called her a psycho back then, though the rumors hadn't spread too far. For a teenager still in school, adults spreading such talk would only make themselves look bad.

But as Sherry grew older, she often wondered just how cruel those rumors had really been behind her back.

Either way, those memories were nothing short of traumatic.

Gilbert had once talked it through with her, telling her she seemed completely fine now, nothing like someone with a history of mental health struggles.

Even if she did relapse, when he'd seen how terrified she was of that place, Gilbert had promised he would never let her go back there—even if treating her at home put his own life at risk.

How could Julia possibly know this was her weakest spot? She'd only ever told Gilbert about this fear. No one else in the world knew.

Not even the Campbell family.

When Sherry had walked out unharmed three months later, they'd even mocked her without pity, "Stubborn little leech. A parasite really can survive anywhere."

"Don't blame me," Julia purred, leaning down as bodyguards hovered behind her. "Sending you here was Gilbert's decision. And thanks to your little mess, Mr. Holden treats me better than ever. These men are here to protect me.

"You think you're so tough, don't you? Go on—hit me if you dare. You're nothing but a stupid idiot who thinks she can challenge me... Aah—!"

She had bodyguards, but she'd gotten far too close.

Sherry didn't waste time with any warning moves. Without shifting her upper body at all, she lashed out with one hard kick.

The psychiatric hospital was old and run-down. The kick sent Julia flying straight through the front gate, along with the door itself crashing inward.