Chapter 10

A week later.

I returned to the Caldwells' from the hospital. The atmosphere was noticeably different. Before, everyone looked at me like I was a temporary foster child, an outsider. Someone who could be sent away at any moment, and even calling me "Miss" felt forced. Now, their gazes had changed; it was as if they truly considered me one of the Caldwell bloodline.

But my classes didn't decrease at all; in fact, there were even more. Mrs. Caldwell said directly:

"You'll be joining Caldwell Group later. If you don't have any real skills, who will listen to you?"

At her words, the expressions of several other Caldwell family members nearby changed.

Their gazes fell on me, some wary, some scrutinizing, some clearly displeased.

I didn't have time to bother with them, instinctively turning to look for Asher.

Afraid he might feel awkward. But I saw him tilting his head, hand propped under his chin, his eyes shining like stars.

He stammered out a few words:

"Sis… sister, don't be scared, you're the strongest."

My nose stung, my eyes felt warm, and I nodded heavily:

"Mhm!"

Mrs. Caldwell also smiled, her tone gentle:

"Asher, you'll have to work hard, or your sister will leave you far behind. Then you'll have to rely on her to protect you."

"No, no way!" Asher shot up, his face flushed with urgency. "I… I'll protect my sister!"

With that, he actually assumed a stance and performed a set of punches and kicks.

His movements were clumsy, but deliberate and incredibly serious.

Ever since that incident at school, he had been at the martial arts gym every day, training harder than anyone.

Mrs. Caldwell and I exchanged glances, unable to help but laugh.

Watching his flushed face and enthusiastic movements, my lips slowly curved into a smile.

Mrs. Caldwell once said:

"Asher is lucky to have a sister like you."

But this time.

My entry into the Caldwell family, wasn't it also me finding my light?