CHAPTER 47

　　“Because it shouldn’t have happened…. you’re my sister….you’re….. your mom, she …… You knew it was me!” He rubs his head again in agitation, eyes burning into mine, yet his mood seems to be all over the place. His sentences are broken and make no sense as he battles to get his head around this. He’s yoyoing between what seemed like insane jealousy to now something else that’s equally dramatic. He’s flustered and venting it all at me.

　　I am on the verge of tearfully wailing at him, getting so uptight and emotional because he's acting like I stole one of his kidneys.

　　Is this really that bad for him?

　　Am I that repulsive?