2

It was just a routine surgery for gastroenteritis, so I was discharged from the hospital after a few days.

As I walked out of the hospital doors, Yaakov's car happened to be there to pick me up and take me home.

However, there was another woman sitting in the passenger seat.

She had fair and clean skin, with timid eyes that made her resemble a startled little rabbit.

"Wanda, this is Yana." Yaakov got out of the car and ran to my side, introducing her to me.

Yana, on the other hand, nervously gripped the car window and looked at me with apprehension.

"Yana, this is your sister-in-law."

She blinked her innocent eyes and cautiously said, "Hello."

I frowned slightly. Did the car accident affect her brain?

However, I still greeted her in a friendly manner, "Hello, Yana. Nice to meet you."

She pursed her lips, nodded, and retracted her head into the car.

"Please bear with her. She has been through a lot of trauma, so she might not react immediately." Yaakov interjected, trying to smooth things over.

I smiled and shook my head. I turned to look at him and asked, "I sit in the back seat?"

Before, I was the only one who could sit in Yaakov's passenger seat.

He was stunned for two seconds, then he apologized and explained. "Wanda, I'm sorry, Yana was afraid to sit in the back alone, so I let her take the front seat."

Seeing his troubled expression and feeling reluctant myself, I could only laugh it off and say, "Just kidding, she is more important."

After saying that, I opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

I sat silently in the back seat, watching their interactions as if I were an outsider.

Yana seemed excited, looking around and occasionally sticking her hand out of the window to feel the wind. However, Yaakov would quickly reach over and pull her hand back, lowering his voice to scold her. "You're already grown up, don't stick your hand out like that, it's dangerous."

Despite the seemingly stern lecture, I could sense a hint of indulgence in his tone.

Yana would playfully respond, "I know, Yaakov."

Her lively demeanor was completely different from the timid appearance earlier.

My intuition made me uneasy, but I didn't want to jump to the worst conclusions about people, especially considering she was Yaakov's sister.

When we got out of the car, Yaakov took a wheelchair from the trunk and then opened the passenger door.

He gently lifted Yana out, and only then did I realize that her legs were injured in the car accident, temporarily limiting her mobility.

Yaakov told all the servants to take good care of Yana but seemed to have forgotten about me, who had just been discharged too.

However, at that moment, our nanny Wendy quietly came over to me and softly asked, "Mrs. Quinn, are you feeling better?"

A warm feeling swept over me, and I nodded. "Much better."

"Then please go upstairs and rest. I've prepared nutritious soup for you, and I'll bring it up to you shortly."

Perhaps it was just my illusion, but in that moment, I felt like even a stranger cared more about me than my own husband.

After informing Yaakov, I turned and headed upstairs, while he remained busy attending to Yana's needs.

After a long time, he finally returned to our bedroom.

Although he came to check on my condition, he kept mentioning Yana. I suddenly interrupted him, pretending to smile teasingly. "How come I never realized you were so nagging before?"

He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at me, there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

Then, he came over, held my hand, and whispered, "I think it's because there is no other girl in the world who makes me feel as reassured as you do."

It sounded very cheesy, but I found myself enjoying it.

3

Yaakov didn't go to work for several days, just to stay at home and take care of us.

Under his arrangements, Yana was well taken care of at home, and her personality gradually became more cheerful. She also became more familiar with me in front of Yaakov compared to when we first met.

However, the one thing I couldn't understand was that she never called my name.

It made me start to wonder if she hadn't fully accepted me yet. But every time I expressed this concern to Yaakov, he would reassure me, saying, "She might not be used to it yet, and she has been living abroad for a long time, so she's not familiar with you. Don't be too picky with her. She's just a kid. I will talk to her about it."

But at twenty-three years old, could she still be considered a kid?

I had almost recovered from my illness, and it was time for me to return to work at the company. Just as I was about to leave, I happened to come across Yana in the living room. I walked over and greeted her, but she didn't respond to me.

Wendy, who was standing nearby, approached and reminded her. Only then did she turn around, smiling at me and saying, "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

But I could feel the impatience in her eyes.

"It was so loud, I heard it..." Another maid nearby spoke up quietly.

Whether she was intentional or not, I didn't care. All I could do was fulfill my responsibilities and take care of her until she recovered, and then she could disappear from my life.

I still maintained a kind expression and said, "I'm going to the office now. Take good care of yourself at home."

She gave a polite smile and turned her wheelchair away, unwilling to say another word to me.

Her attitude was quite interesting, friendly towards me in front of Yaakov, but lacking even basic patience when we were alone together.

It seemed she didn't know that if it weren't for me, she wouldn't even have the opportunity to stand here and throw tantrums at me.

——

When I came home in the evening, I heard Yaakov's voice saying, "Be more gentle."

I followed the sound and walked towards the guest room. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw a doctor crouching down, preparing to massage Yana's calf. However, as soon as he touched her, she gasped and tightly bit her lip, showing signs of intense pain.

Yaakov, who was standing aside, frowned and blamed the doctor for being too rough.

Yana clung to his clothes, looking at him with a pitiful expression, saying, "Yaakov, I'm scared of the pain..."

He pursed his lips, sighing helplessly. "Let me do it."

Then, he knelt down on one knee, gently placing her leg on his own knee, and carefully followed the doctor's guidance to massage it. I had never seen this side of him before, even when I was sick, he had never been so gentle and meticulous.

At that moment, a smile started to spread across Yana's face.

"I didn't expect you to be more professional than the doctor." I pushed open the door and walked in, maintaining a smile on my face despite feeling displeased.

This was a skill I had developed over the years in both the family and business circles. The more turmoil in my heart, the more I needed to display a calm and composed demeanor.

When Yana saw me, her smile froze on her face, and Yaakov also stopped his actions, looking at me with surprise.

"You're back." She put on an innocent expression again.

"Weren't you supposed to call me when you're done, so I can come pick you up?" Yaakov stood up and calmly approached me.

I smiled and waved my phone in the air. "I called you already, but your phone was turned off."

He raised an eyebrow in astonishment and asked incredulously, "Really?"

Then he patted himself all over, searching for his phone. At that moment, Yana lifted his phone and said, "Yaakov, you forgot. You left your phone with me earlier."

Then she glanced at me apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Yaakov was too busy taking care of me and didn't have time to check his phone. It's my fault for not noticing that it was turned off, and I apologize for any inconvenience it caused you."

After saying this, she lowered her head in self-blame.

I could see through her manipulative act easily.

I shrugged indifferently, took Yaakov's hand, and scolded him playfully. "You didn't even answer my calls. I'll teach you a lesson tonight."

He rubbed my nose with a smile, and replied with a smile. "Whatever you want to do, Madam."

I glanced at Yana and saw her looking at us with a strange smile, her fists clenched tightly.

My gaze turned cold.

As a sister, she had crossed the line.