Chapter 202 Chapter 202
Seeing her younger sister's serious expression, Caroline felt a pang of surprise, followed by a warmth in her heart.
She smiled, easing the tension. “Yes, I promise. I'll take this seriously.”
“Sister, I'm serious...” Fearing that Caroline was just being condescending, Sara emphasized again, holding her hand. “That woman, Sheila... she definitely likes your brother-in-law. And she's jealous of you. Did you see how she looked at you? You shouldn't treat an enemy like a friend. Never.”
Sara frowned, analyzing the situation with surprising maturity.
She didn't like Sheila, but she had to admit the truth: Sheila was beautiful. And she was the kind of “dangerous” beauty that rich men tended to appreciate. A perfect face, a statuesque body, innate elegance, and a temperament that oscillated between sweet and spicy.
Compared to Claire, Sheila was several levels above.
Although Caroline was also stunning—in Sara's opinion, the most beautiful of all—appearance was not always a guarantee of fidelity. There were many cases of men cheating on beautiful wives with mediocre lovers just for the novelty.
“Okay, okay. I get it, Ms. Detective.” Caroline kept smiling, but her eyes became serious.
“I'll be careful. Don't worry, Sheila Turner and I will never be friends. She's on my blacklist.”
The truth was that Caroline's hatred for Sheila was already deeply rooted.
Before, she just found Sheila annoying and spoiled. But today...
After hearing the cruel and poisonous words Sheila hurled at Sara in the hospital, Caroline began to deeply despise that woman.
From that moment on, Sheila was a declared enemy.
Caroline could tolerate insults against herself, but no one—absolutely no one—was allowed to intimidate her sick little sister.
In the underground garage of Wolf Manor.
They got ready and went downstairs. Before leaving for dinner, Nicholas kept his promise and took Sara to see his private collection.
The moment the elevator doors opened in the garage, Sara's eyes sparkled like stars.
“Wow!”
She was extremely excited. She ran (as best she could) from one car to another, reaching out to touch the cool, polished bodywork of a Ferrari, then a Bugatti.
Caroline, worried that so much excitement might trigger a heart attack, kept her eyes fixed on her sister, ready to intervene.
She didn't understand anything about engines or horsepower, so she just stood there, watching the interaction.
Nicholas, surprisingly, was infinitely patient.
He walked alongside Sara, introducing each supercar as if he were guiding a tour in a museum. He explained technical details about the engine, speed, and history of each model, and Sara listened attentively, absorbing every word with adoration.
As they walked side by side, talking and gesturing, Caroline had a sudden thought.
They looked like... siblings.
Caroline blinked, tilting her head to get a better look.
There was something about their expressions that was strangely similar.
The eyes.
Sara's eyes, large and deep, were almost identical to Nicholas's. The shape, the intense color...
Looking at their profiles, Caroline noticed that their bone structure also had similarities. The straight nose, the jawline.
It turned out that Sara was very thin due to her illness, her face pale and angular. If she had been a little healthier, with a little more flesh on her face to soften her features... they would have looked even more alike.
What a curious coincidence, Caroline thought.
Seeing Nicholas—the feared and cold President Wolf—patiently explaining the aerodynamics of a McLaren to a sick teenager, without the slightest hint of arrogance or haste, Caroline felt her heart melt.
When she married him, she expected a cold arrangement. She never imagined he would treat her family with such affection.
She would have been satisfied if he had merely tolerated Sara.
But he was genuinely kind.
He treated Sara not as a burden, but as a younger sister.
He had said, “I will love you and protect your family.”
And he was keeping his promise.
Regardless of Nicholas's motives, or whether it was all part of some act, at that moment, seeing the rare smile on Sara's face, Caroline felt deeply touched. And, perhaps, a little more in love.
With each passing day, Caroline felt more strongly that this husband was a godsend.
Marrying Nicholas seemed to have been the best bet she had ever made in her life. A choice she would honestly never regret.
She was satisfied with her current life. More than satisfied.
She thought to herself: If Nicholas doesn't cheat on me and become an abusive husband in the future... I'll probably never ask for a divorce.
She would stay with him forever. Unless, of course, he got tired of her and wanted to leave.
“Wow! Brother-in-law, this car is insane!” Sara shouted, her voice vibrating with pure adrenaline. “A real car makes all the difference!”
She caressed the leather steering wheel as if it were human skin.
“I already thought this machine was beautiful when I saw it in magazines. But in real life? It's a hundred times better! Brother-in-law, you're a god! This is a limited edition Bugatti Veyron. No amount of money can buy this if you don't have the right status.”
Sara looked at Nicholas with eyes shining with adoration.
“At most two people in the whole country can get their hands on this beauty, right? And you have one!”
Sara was young. Her emotions were like summer storms: they came and went quickly.
Right now, her mind was totally focused on the W16 engine roaring under her command. Her broken heart over Victor? Her illness? All of that had disappeared, replaced by the thrill of speed and the smell of a new car.
Finally driving the luxury car she had always dreamed of, she felt like she was floating.
What kind of legendary figure was her brother-in-law to have gotten such an exclusive car?
She wasn't dreaming, was she?
“Sara, for God's sake, calm down!” Caroline, sitting in the back seat, grabbed the safety handle tightly, her knuckles white. “Look at the road! Concentrate on driving, don't get so excited!”
Caroline was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
She didn't know what the hell Nicholas was thinking.
How could he let Sara drive this metal monster?
Sara had a driver's license, yes. But she hadn't touched a steering wheel in a year, since she got sick. Her reflexes were rusty.
And to make matters worse, she had never driven anything more powerful than a popular sedan. Now she was in charge of a Bugatti Veyron.
Although Caroline didn't understand horsepower, she understood dollar signs. She knew that car cost more than her entire working life.
Sara said there were only two of these in the country?
With such an astronomically expensive car, wasn't Nicholas worried that Sara's terrible driving skills would turn the vehicle into twisted scrap metal?