I noticed that all the things in my bedroom—photos from when I was growing up, trophies, and some trinkets I had made myself—were completely gone. They were replaced by furniture and decor of an entirely unfamiliar style.

It was then that a maid walked over carrying a basin of water, her expression instantly becoming timid when she saw me. "L-Liam said you'll be staying in the guest room around the corner from now on, Ms. Rosalyn. Your former bedroom will be redecorated for Ms. Phoebe…"

She quickly lowered her head after saying that, not daring to look at me again.

I didn't say anything but simply stood at the doorway, taking in the room that had already been cleared out.

Liam appeared at the end of the hallway out of nowhere, wearing his usual standard smile. He, however, was looking at me with a completely detached gaze. "Are you settling in alright, Ms. Rosalyn?"

He approached at a leisurely pace, his movements as graceful as ever; he was someone who never lost his cool, regardless of the circumstances. "You see, this guest room is the best in the house and has a wonderful view. You ought to find it to your liking, Ms. Rosalyn."

I ignored him, turned around, and walked into the unfamiliar guest room. I gently pulled the door shut behind me and surveyed the space—stark white walls and crisp, new bedding, completely devoid of any lived-in warmth.

I had been to this place before in my past life. I had just left my impoverished biological parents, and since Mom and Dad still considered me their daughter, they brought me back to live with them for a while.

They were entirely consumed by the excitement of finding Phoebe Sherwood, their biological daughter, which made things incredibly awkward for me at the time.

Liam, an old-timer who had worked for the Sherwood family for 30 years, was bound to be fiercely loyal to Phoebe.

He viewed me as a thief who had usurped someone else's place, using all kinds of methods to ostracize and humiliate me. He even framed me, causing me to lose the very last shred of affection between me, Mom, and Dad.

I was determined not to make the same mistake again, now that I was given a second chance at life.

I went downstairs for breakfast early the next morning, and I was the only one at the dining table.

It was then that the maid served me a bowl of oatmeal with a plate of dried cranberries. She kept her head lowered, not daring to meet my gaze. "Here's everything the staff from the kitchen prepared today."

I picked up the spoon and ate it calmly. I honestly didn't think having something light for a change was a bad thing.

Just then, Mom came downstairs in an elegant nightgown. Her brows furrowed the instant she noticed my breakfast. She then turned to question the maid nearby, asking, "What's the meaning of this?"

"It's because the staff from the kitchen only prepared these this morning—"

"That's ridiculous!" Mom sharply cut her off. "Where is Doreen?"

"D-Doreen said she was feeling under the weather and took the day off."

Hearing the maid's blatant lie, Mom's anger instantly flared. "You're saying she's feeling under the weather? She's clearly grown overly bold! Get these out of here, and bring up a proper breakfast!"

In that instant, the maid shuddered with fright before stealing a glance at Liam, who was standing nearby.

Liam walked over with his customary air of deference. "You shouldn't upset yourself over such a matter, Mrs. Sherwood. Doreen is truly unwell, and since the young staff in the kitchen don't know how to prepare the usual fare, I instructed them to just whip up whatever they could for now."

He assumed a standard apologetic expression as he turned to bow deeply to me. "It was an oversight on my part, Ms. Rosalyn. I-I forgot that you're used to fine dining and probably can't stomach such a simple meal. I'm sure Ms. Phoebe wouldn't be so picky with her food."

I kept hearing him bring up Phoebe; in my past life, hearing this would have naturally upset me.

Mom was shaking with rage. "Do you honestly think I won't fire you right now, Liam?"

"I've worked for the Sherwood family for 30 years, Mrs. Sherwood. I may not have done anything remarkable, but I've always worked hard. Do you really intend to dismiss me for the sake of an outsider, Mrs. Sherwood?" Liam squared his shoulders, his gaze completely devoid of emotion.

Mom snapped, "Why, you!"

I slowly set my spoon on the dining table just as the tension reached its peak. "Mom…"

I rose from my seat, walked over, and gently patted Mom on the back. "It's alright, Mom. I'm already full."

I picked up a napkin and wiped my mouth. "Go get the chauffeur for me, Liam. I'd like to go out for a drive."

Liam hesitated for a moment, clearly not expecting me to let it drop so easily. He sized me up, his eyes full of suspicion. "Got it, Ms. Rosalyn."

He eventually lowered his head after saying that.

I had the chauffeur take me to the office of a friend who worked as a private investigator. In the past few days, using clues from my past life, I had managed to find some leads regarding the Sherwood family's financial discrepancies.

I sent a message to Dad while on the road. It was simple, containing only a photo of that oatmeal and dried cranberries. I knew that sometimes silence was far more effective than saying everything out loud.

Dad called me ten minutes later. "Your mother told me everything that happened this morning, Rosalyn. You shouldn't take it to heart. Liam—"

I cut Dad off, saying, "It's alright, Dad. I'm too busy with my schoolwork lately to bother with matters like this."

Dad fell silent for a moment on the other end of the line. "Got it. I'll take care of it, so don't concern yourself with the matters at home, Rosalyn."

I leaned against the car window after hanging up the call. I knew Dad would take care of the matter as I watched the cityscape flash past outside. I, however, also knew that this wouldn't end so easily. After all, Liam was too deeply entrenched in the Sherwood family to be put in his place by a couple of warnings.

I returned home that evening and found that the atmosphere had noticeably shifted. The household staff was all on edge, instantly bowing their heads to greet me respectfully whenever I walked past. Liam, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen.

Mom walked over and took my hand, her eyes already welling with tears. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Rosalyn. Your father has already dismissed Liam and the other household staff involved."

I shook my head and said, "I'm fine, Mom."

I found that the dinner was incredibly sumptuous. Dad even personally served me food, as if everything had returned to how it used to be.

Mom and Dad sat right across from me, and on the dining table was the paternity test report, ripped in two.

Dad stated solemnly, "We've talked it over, Rosalyn. We've raised you for 18 years, so regardless of everything, you'll always be our daughter."

Mom nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Your father is right, Rosalyn. We're family."

She tore the two halves of the report into shreds by hand and threw them into the trash can after saying that.

I nodded, feeling a trace of warmth in my heart. "Alright."

Mom and Dad resumed their warm, gentle smiles.

Phoebe stormed into the room just as we were eating, followed closely by Liam. She looked like an absolute maniac, with her hair a mess and her clothes in tatters. "Get yourself out here right now, Rosalyn!"

Phoebe got stopped by the guards, but Liam motioned for them to step aside and let her pass.

Mom's brows furrowed instantly upon seeing her, a look of pure disgust washing over her face. "What is she doing here?"

I set down the file I was holding and handed Mom a cup of chamomile tea. "You should head in and get some rest, Mom. I'll take care of this."

I walked to the doorway and looked at the almost frantic Phoebe. "Is something the matter?"

Phoebe was thoroughly enraged by my calm demeanor.

"How dare you ask me that! You're a freaking thief, Rosalyn! You stole my life, and now you're trying to take my money too!" Phoebe screamed at the top of her lungs, causing everyone nearby to look over.

"Those winning lottery tickets belong to me! That multi-million dollar jackpot is mine! What right do you have to keep it? Give it back to me this instant!"

I smiled faintly. "You think it belongs to you? Is your name written on it?"

"Why, you!" Phoebe was so furious that she was speechless as she glared at me intently. "Those were rightfully mine to begin with! You shouldn't have taken those winning lottery tickets with you since you've chosen to come back here!"

It was a laughable, absurd argument, but Phoebe's sheer irrational behavior was precisely what I required.

"I'm warning you, Rosalyn—you'd better hand over that money if you know what's good for you; otherwise, I won't hold back!" Phoebe began to lash out with desperate threats.

"Do you really have no idea what's happening here? You clearly know that the Sherwoods are already deeply involved in illegal money laundering! You ought to know that money laundering is a felony! You'd better give me those lottery tickets if you don't want Mom and Dad to go to prison!"

I distinctly noticed Mom and Dad, who had just approached from behind, turned pale the moment the phrase "money laundering" rang out. Dad's expression shifted from shock to anger, while Mom looked entirely bewildered and frightened. They honestly seemed to have no idea what was happening.

There was someone else who reacted even more strongly than they did, though. Liam, who usually remained completely unbothered no matter what happened, shuddered uncontrollably at the mention of money laundering. He tried to hide it, but that split second had already completely given him away.

Liam was involved in this. I had the confirmation I needed.

"You can let her in," I said to the guard.

Phoebe was led into the living room. She wore a smug smile, believing that I had backed down. "At least you know what's good for you."

Dad tried to speak several times, but I looked at him and stopped him every time.

"Do you have any evidence to prove that my family is involved in money laundering?" I asked.

"You want evidence? I'm the evidence!" Phoebe puffed out her chest.

"I'm the rightful heiress of the Sherwood family! I've been reborn! It was precisely because of this that the Sherwood family got investigated and ruined for good! I'm doing this for your own good, so as long as you give the money to me, I'll act as if I know nothing about it!"

I nodded and turned to Liam. "You heard everything, didn't you, Liam?"

Liam clearly didn't expect me to call him out at that moment. He had turned utterly pale, but he still managed to maintain a facade of composure and flashed his signature smile. "I-I didn't catch any of that, Ms. Rosalyn…"

I stood up and walked toward him step by step. "What do you think after hearing all that, Liam?"

Liam's expression shifted uncomfortably. "I shouldn't be hearing any of this. I'll take my leave now, Ms. Rosalyn."

I ordered coldly, "Get him."

In that instant, two of the guards stepped forward, pinning Liam down. He struggled violently as the panic set in, yelling at Mom and Dad. "You can't do this to me, Mr. and Mrs. Sherwood! You ought to know that everyone will go down once this goes public!"

There was a hint of hesitation on Mom's and Dad's faces.

Phoebe gained confidence from their reaction. "You're all done for if this leaks, Rosalyn! I'm the actual heiress of the Sherwood family, and you're nothing but an imposter!"

I ignored her shouting and just pulled out a stack of documents, slamming them down hard on the coffee table. It contained accounts, bank statements, information on Liam's contacts, and several winning lottery tickets.

Phoebe's eyes widened the moment she saw the lottery tickets, while Liam's expression was initially fraught with confusion.

"You're very familiar with these lottery tickets, aren't you, Liam?"

Liam's expression stiffened after hearing that. "Aren't these the lottery tickets the Sherwood family won recently, Ms. Rosalyn?"

In my past life, after the Sherwood family collapsed, I secretly liquidated some of the transferred assets and used the proceeds to purchase winning lottery tickets as a way to launder the money.

In this life, while Liam was away for a few days, I bribed some of his associates in advance to mislead him and subtly suggest the same laundering scheme. Desperate for a solution, he was bound to take the bait—and in doing so, provide me with all the evidence I needed.

"Is all this evidence—the past financial statements, the accounts, and the records of you buying winning tickets from those people—enough to get some honesty out of you, Liam?"

Liam instantly deflated and sank limply to the ground the moment he saw those documents, while Phoebe was completely bewildered.