Seeing Sheena lying lifelessly on the floor, curled up and pale, Amanda felt fear for the first time. She immediately ordered for her to be taken to the hospital.

Thankfully, due to the timely intervention, Sheena’s fever subsided.

When Stephen was summoned to the hospital, he was startled to the core. He never imagined things would escalate to this extent. Even now, he couldn’t quite understand why he had been so furious at the time.

Yet, when he saw the look of resentment on Sheena’s face, a chill had run down his spine.

'She’s my sister. How could she look at me like I’m her sworn enemy?' he thought.

Sheena, who had always been meek and eager to please him, circling around him like a lapdog, suddenly declared, “I will never waste another ounce of emotion on a piece of garbage like you, for anything, ever again.”

’What gave her the right to say that?' he internally muttered.

Amanda harshly reprimanded Stephen.

Jasmin hurried forward, tearfully defending her brother, “Big Brother didn’t mean it. Besides, it was Sis who made him angry first.”

“She was upset about being sent to the Wilson family and took it out on Big Brother. He’s been so distressed these past two days he hasn’t even eaten properly.”

“Mom, please don’t scold him anymore. If Sis still won’t forgive Big Brother, let her take it out on me instead. She can hit me or yell at me—I’ll take it.”

As she spoke, Jasmin began to sob pitifully.

Amanda immediately embraced her younger daughter. “Alright, alright. Sheena isn’t the type to hold grudges. She’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

No one noticed that Sheena, lying in the hospital bed, had already opened her eyes. She watched the scene before her with icy indifference.

The next day, Sheena was discharged from the hospital.

Although the doctor had advised her to stay two more days, the following day was the Wilson family’s final deadline.

Amanda arranged for her discharge. Initially, she planned to personally pick up Sheena, but as she was about to leave, Jasmin clung to her arm.

“Mom, you promised to take me to get my dress tailored today. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” Jasmin pouted.

“But I also promised Sheena I’d pick her up today,” Amanda hesitated.

Knowing Sheena was leaving for the Wilson family the next day, Amanda felt a twinge of guilt.

“But this dress is being custom-made by a master designer I worked so hard to find...” Jasmin’s eyes turned red as she continued, “You always kept your promises to me before. Is it because Sis is back that I’ve become less important to you?”

“If that’s the case, then I’ll just leave. After all, Sis tried to abandon me in the woods back then.”

At the mention of the past, Amanda’s expression darkened. She casually instructed the driver to pick up Sheena later before leaving with Jasmin.

The Brooks family’s driver, a shrewd man, had long noticed Sheena’s low status in the household. After receiving a subtle hint from Jasmin, he didn’t bother to go to the hospital that afternoon.

Sheena waited at the hospital entrance for three hours. Finally, with a bitter smile, she muttered to herself in self-mockery, "As expected."

She had already known this would happen. After all, tomorrow she would be sent to the Wilson family, never to return.

As she was about to hail a cab, a car pulled up in front of her.

Travis stepped out from the driver’s seat. When he saw Sheena, he barely recognized her.

In just three days, how had Sheena become so frail?

“Sheena, what happened? Why are you coming out of the hospital? No wonder I couldn’t find you at the Brooks house,” he said, his voice filled with worry.

“Do you know how scared I was when I couldn’t find you? I almost called the police.”

Through the car window, Sheena noticed a cake box sitting on the passenger seat.

It was vanilla-flavored, Jasmin’s favorite.

She had heard that cakes from that bakery needed to be pre-ordered a week in advance. Once, Sheena had paused outside its window, admiring the cakes on display.

But Travis had dismissed her interest at that time, saying, “There’s nothing special about that bakery. They just use advance bookings as a marketing gimmick to attract customers. If you want cake, I’ll take you to the shop next door—they have ready-made ones.”

In the end, Sheena hadn’t bought any cake at all.

Now, she realized that while the bakery might not have been special, people certainly could be.

She wasn’t special enough—not even for a simple cake.

“Sheena, Sheena?”

When she didn’t respond, Travis frowned impatiently. “If I’ve come looking for you, it means I’ve already forgiven you for what happened last time. You should know when to back down.”

Seeing that she wasn't responding, Travis dragged her inside the car. His expression remained sour.

Since their last unpleasant encounter, he had been waiting for her to lower her head and apologize. After all, that was what Sheena always did in the past. But this time, three days had passed without so much as a phone call or a text.

An unexplainable unease crept over him, as though something precious was slipping away from his grasp.

He went to the Brooks family house, needing to see her in person, convinced that her presence would calm his inexplicable sense of alarm.

Yet, she wasn’t there, and even the servants claimed they didn’t know where she had gone.

Desperate, Travis drove through every street in the city until he finally spotted her outside the hospital.

Now, glancing at her through the rearview mirror, he felt some relief. As long as Sheena was within arm’s reach, the alarm bells in his mind seemed to quiet.

But during the drive, Sheena remained silent, not saying a single word.

That was simply impossible in the past.

The uneasy feeling surged again. Travis abruptly stepped on the brakes, stopping the car in the middle of the road.

Although the route to the Brooks family villa was usually empty, Sheena was startled. She instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

Seeing her still clinging to him, Travis’s panic melted into satisfaction.

But he masked his emotions, keeping his tone distant and commanding as he said, “Since you know you were wrong, you should give that account to Jasmin.”

Sheena immediately understood why Travis had come looking for her.

Since childhood, Sheena had loved drawing. Even after being sent to the countryside, where she could no longer afford lessons or art supplies, she practiced every day with a pencil.

To keep herself motivated, she created a social media account called “Rose,” where she posted all her work.

Her unique technique and style quickly gained her large followers, and even the internationally renowned Gideon Bowen extended her an invitation.

Gideon was a towering figure in the art world, and his invitation was practically a declaration of his intention to take her as his last student.

But before Sheena could even respond to him, Jasmin cried and said she wanted to study under Gideon as well.

Of course, someone like Gideon wouldn’t accept just anyone.

Despite the Brooks family spending a significant amount of money, they still couldn't persuade Gideon to relent. Initially, Sheena assumed Jasmin would back down, but to her surprise, Jasmin took an unexpected turn—she convinced Travis to step in as a negotiator!

Meanwhile, Travis continued speaking without regard to her feelings. “Anyway, your account is anonymous. If you just give it to Jasmin, Gideon will definitely take her as his student.”

“Jasmin has great talent in painting, and if she learns from Gideon, she’ll definitely become a world-renowned artist in the future!”

Seeing the pride unconsciously shining on Travis’s face, Sheena couldn’t help but ask, “And what about me?”

Gideon hadn’t taken a student in decades, and this was practically her only chance. If she missed it, she doubted there would ever be another.

“You?” Travis looked at Sheena with a puzzled expression. “I’ve already promised to marry you. You’ll be my wife in the future. What more do you want?”

Sheena felt as though she had heard the greatest joke. Scoffing, she spat, “Impossible!”

Her firm tone made Travis momentarily pause. “What did you say?”

“I won’t give my account to Jasmin!” Sheena retorted.

Looking into her eyes, which seemed almost filled with hatred, an unexplained anger flared up inside Travis. “Sheena, let me tell you, I know all your account passwords. So, whether you want to or not, you’ll give it up!”

In the past, there had been no secrets between Sheena and Travis, including the password for the “Rose” account.

But the closeness they once shared now felt like a sharp thorn, driving directly into Sheena’s chest.

Furious, Travis pulled over and shoved Sheena out of the car without warning.

“You should reflect on yourself!” he snarled.

He left her on the mountain road, even forcefully smashing her phone on the ground.

There was hardly anyone around, and Sheena couldn’t get a taxi. She had no choice but to drag her injured leg and run toward the Brooks family villa.

She knew she had to change the “Rose” account password before Travis could.

But in the darkness, the pain was so intense that she could barely walk. She fell to the ground after only a few steps.

Her body screamed in agony, but Sheena ignored it, pushing herself forward with all her might.

How long she crawled, she didn’t know, but when she was finally exhausted, she made it back to the villa just as dawn broke.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The servants were excitedly discussing how the Brooks family's young miss had been officially accepted as a student by Gideon, marveling that the Brooks family was about to have a world-class artist.

Sheena grabbed their phones and discovered that last night, Jasmin had logged into her “Rose” account and posted a video thanking Gideon.

The fans were cheering, praising Jasmin not only for her exceptional talent in painting but also for her good looks. They tagged Gideon, urging him to take Jasmin as his last student.

And just ten minutes ago, Gideon had posted a formal invitation to accept her as his student.

Sheena felt her heart shatter into countless pieces, beyond repair.

Stephen was the first to see her, collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. But he averted his eyes, unable to meet her gaze.

Soon, Amanda came over.

She had originally intended to scold Sheena for being missing all night, but upon seeing her pale, disheveled face, she was struck speechless.

Sheena looked at them, and asked in trembling voice, “You both knew about Jasmin using my account, didn’t you?”

Neither Amanda nor Stephen spoke, but their expressions were both unnaturally stiff.

Sheena wiped away her tears and limped back to her room. On the way, Amanda reached out as if to support her, but Sheena subtly avoided her touch.

In the past, Sheena would have been happy just to be close to Amanda.

Stephen furrowed his brow, wanting to say something, but Amanda stopped him.

They silently watched as Sheena packed her belongings.

It was only at that moment that they realized how shockingly few things Sheena had.

A wave of sorrow swept over Amanda’s heart.

Stephen snatched Sheena's suitcase and spoke awkwardly, “Why are you bringing these old, tattered clothes? When you come back, I’ll take you shopping for new ones.”

“Let go.” Sheena’s voice was so cold that Stephen actually released his grip.

After finishing her packing, Sheena took out two documents and handed one to Amanda.

“This is a severance agreement,” she intoned coldly. “After leaving the Brooks family, I will sever my ties with you and no longer carry the Brooks family name. Please sign it.”

Amanda’s face instantly turned pale, and she instinctively refused.

Stephen stormed over and shouted, “Sheena, what are you doing? It’s just a little punishment for Jasmin! Do you really need to go this far?”

“If you don’t sign, I won’t go to the Wilson family. I think—” She trailed off, her voice carried a hint of sarcasm. “The Wilson family’s car should be waiting outside by now, right?”

At that moment, Jasmin suddenly appeared from somewhere, throwing herself at Amanda’s arms as she cried, “Mom, how can you bear to send me to the Wilson family for punishment?”

Christopher also entered the room with a cold face. He snatched the severance agreement from Sheena’s hands and signed it without hesitation.

“We're just asking you to do your sister a favor, yet you’re causing such a scene over something so trivial. I really don’t think you deserve to carry the Brooks name!”

Sheena immediately handed over the second document. “This is my letter of annulment for the engagement with the Flores family. Please give this along with the necklace to Travis.”

This time, Jasmin eagerly took the letter. “Don’t worry, Sis. I’ll make sure to deliver it to Travis.”

Sheena withdrew her hand, grabbed her luggage, and walked out without a second glance.

As she got into the Wilson family’s car, she took one last look at the Brooks family.

Whether she lived or died, she would never return to them.