Chapter 4

The temperature in the study seemed to plummet instantly.

My dad and mom exchanged glances, a hint of relief in their eyes.

So this, this was their true intention all along.

"No matter what, you're my sister"—that was just a fantasy I'd held onto.

In the face of undeniable blood ties, eighteen years of siblinghood meant absolutely nothing.

I watched the barely suppressed triumph on Serena's face, then my parents' guilt-ridden, hesitant expressions.

Finally, I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Alright."

Hearing my nonchalant tone, everyone froze.

I stood up, my gaze sweeping across the three people who were my family in name only, my voice strangely calm.

"Since my brother has said so, what else can I say? I'll give up the spot. Whatever you owe her, you can pay it back with my future."

I didn't look at their expressions, simply walked out of the study.

As the door clicked shut, I thought I heard Eleanor's tearful voice from inside.

"Aspen, this child… why is she so understanding? It just makes me feel worse…"

Worse?

Entering my room, I leaned against the cold door, smiling silently.

In my last life, it was precisely because I was too "understanding" that I died from sheer frustration.

This life, I only understand one thing—no one will ever take anything from my hands again.

You think I've given up?

Will I lose?