Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1930

"I just want to prove myself. I want to start over!" Hannah said with determination.

Freya slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Hannah. I don't think I can help you with this."

Hannah's expression changed, her tone rising with frustration. "Why not, Freya? Don't you want to see me happy?"

Even Emily looked surprised. "Freya, do you have something else on your mind?"

Freya sighed. "No, Emily, nothing like that. I just… I just don't think Hannah and Andrew are a good match."

The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became, her gaze drifting away.

Emily studied her sister closely but chose not to push further. Still, she understood everything in an instant.

Freya had always been the quiet one and never fought for anything. Yet, this time, something had clearly shifted.

Hannah snapped, "Freya, what do you mean we're not a good match? Dad already arranged for us three to be with Andrew. Once you and Emily back off, I'll have a chance. Isn't that how it's supposed to go?"

Freya took a deep breath and finally answered honestly. "Then let me just be straight with you, Hannah. You and Andrew really don't suit each other. You've seen it yourself. He's close to our family because of Logan and Dad, not because of the three of us."

She continued, "And some of the things you've done… they really turned him off. After what happened with Hank, do you really think Andrew would be willing to take you in?"

Hannah let out a sharp scream. Her voice cracked with anger. "Freya, what are you saying? You're trying to say I'm not good enough for him? And what, you are? I'm your little sister, Freya. Your sister! Can't you just let me have this?"

She broke into another round of loud sobbing, as if she had just been deeply wronged.

Emily rushed to comfort her. "Hannah, don't cry. That's not what Freya meant, okay? Come on, stop crying…"

But the more she spoke, the harder Hannah cried. She started flailing, throwing a tantrum right there on the bed.

Freya's chest felt tight with frustration. Her face darkened. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but could not. Somewhere deep inside, a trace of disgust began to bloom, disgust toward her own sister.

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