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Chapter 3: Maybe It Was Wrong from the Start

Zuri followed Saira upstairs.

 

Saira took Zuri to the second floor, to the end of the hallway, and opened the door. The room before her eyes was the same one she had stayed in during her previous life.

 

In her past life, she had been just as enthusiastically led upstairs by Saira. When she first saw this room, she had been excited, nervous, and happy.

 

The room before her was so bright, so spacious, with a faint fragrance in the air.

 

Such a room had only appeared in her dreams.

 

But now she had it.

 

She no longer had to live in a dark, damp room, worry about a leaking roof on rainy days, or have her precious food eaten by rats.

 

This was the room she had always dreamed of.

 

At that time, her heart was full of satisfaction and gratitude.

 

Gratitude for Saira's thoughtfulness, gratitude for her parents' kindness.

 

Even when she later learned that this room was the smallest and most remote in the house, she felt no dissatisfaction or resentment.

 

Even when she saw Saira's huge bedroom, more than three times the size of hers, and realized that even Saira's dressing room was bigger than her bedroom, she still did not envy her.

 

Because at that time, she had very low expectations, only wanting a place where she could sleep peacefully.

 

Perhaps, everything was destined from that moment.

 

Because she didn't fight, she was labeled as easy to fool, easy to bully, making Saira feel that she was a timid, useless person who could continue to occupy everything that belonged to her and live as the eldest daughter of the Lin family.

 

She didn't fight because she didn't want to make things difficult for her parents and was worried that they wouldn't like her.

 

She didn't fight because the previous eighteen years had been too difficult, and now she was easily satisfied.

 

In her previous life, her thoughtfulness and concession only led to a result where everyone disliked her.

 

Perhaps it was wrong from the start.

 

Why should she give up what belonged to her to an outsider?

 

Saira smiled and asked, "Do you like it? Mom and I decorated it for you with great care."

 

Decorated with Mom...

 

What an intimate term.

 

This was an eager declaration that even though she was not a Lin family child, their parents still loved her.

 

This was an invisible declaration of her status in the Lin family, a constant reminder.

 

Zuri smiled silently.

 

Saira thought she was pleased, but seeing her smile, she felt an inexplicable sense of discord.

 

"Can you show me the other rooms?"

 

"You don't like this room?"

 

Zuri smiled without answering.

 

Saira understood; she wasn't satisfied.

 

"Later, if you see a room you like, you can tell me," she said considerately.

 

"If I like it, can I stay there?" Zuri tilted her head, smiling.

 

"Of course. You can stay in any room you like. This is your home."

 

Zuri's lips curved up a bit more.

 

To play the role of a considerate sister, Saira naturally had to cheerfully show her around each room.

 

"This is Dad and Mom's room. This is the study; Dad doesn't like people coming in and out. Sis, don't go in casually, or you'll be scolded. That's my brother's room. He is our adopted son and is currently an exchange student abroad. He'll be back in a month."

 

They walked around, but she didn't introduce her own room.

 

"Whose room is that?" Zuri pointed to the door diagonally opposite.


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Chapter 4: I Want This Room

"It's mine." Saira felt a tightening in her heart, a sense of foreboding.

 

"I want to see it."

 

Saira wanted to stop her, but Zuri had already pushed the door open.

 

The large floor-to-ceiling windows captured the beautiful outdoor scenery. The furnishings in the room were exquisite and luxurious, from the furniture to even a small trash can worth thousands.

 

"I want this room."

 

Saira's hand clenched unconsciously. She knew it. The moment she arrived, she would take everything from her.

 

"But, but this is my room."

 

Everything in this room was something she loved.

 

"Didn't you say I could choose any room? What, were you just being polite?" Zuri looked at her leisurely.

 

Saira gritted her teeth, "Zuri, the other rooms are very nice. You can choose another. This room, your sister is used to living in."

 

"What are you two doing here?"

 

Dalia and Aaron entered the room, noticing the tension between the two. Dalia asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

 

Saira stepped forward, affectionately taking her arm and pouting, "Zuri doesn't like the room we prepared for her. She wants me to give her my room."

 

Look at her skill in speaking, always laying traps and inciting dislike in her soft, gentle voice.

 

Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed.

 

Whether Aaron and Dalia disliked her didn't matter to her. She wanted something simple: to make Saira uncomfortable and aggrieved.

 

Dalia's brows furrowed slightly, "Zuri, this is your sister's room. You can choose any other room."

 

"Is this really my home?" Zuri didn't respond but asked instead.

 

"Of course."

 

"Are you really my biological parents?" Zuri asked again.

 

Without hesitation, Dalia replied, "Naturally."

 

"Since this is my home and you are my biological parents, why can't I live in the room I want? Why should I compromise for an outsider? I just want to experience the life that was supposed to be mine. Is that too much to ask?"

 

Dalia was at a loss for words.

 

Saira's face flushed red, either from anger or embarrassment.

 

Aaron, who had remained silent until now, spoke up, "Saira, move out. Let Zuri have this room."

 

Saira looked at Aaron with a wounded expression, her eyes brimming with tears as she bit her lip and choked out, "Alright. I'll move."

 

She knew it; as soon as she arrived, everything that belonged to her would be taken away by her.

 

Today, it was her room; tomorrow, it would be more and more things.

 

Why did she have to come back? Why didn't she die out there?

 

Saira's heart was filled with resentment.

 

Seeing her daughter's aggrieved expression, Dalia felt a pang of heartache.

 

"Zuri, you're an understanding child. Why do you insist on having your sister's room? If you don't like the other rooms, you can ask a designer to redecorate them to your taste. Wouldn't that be better?" Dalia's words, though seemingly considerate, were actually biased.

 

Zuri tilted her head and said innocently, "I really like this room. Didn't she say she would take care of me? Now she doesn't even want to give up a room?"

 

Dalia wanted to say something more, but Aaron interrupted, "Enough. This matter is settled. Saira, move out. This room is Zuri's."

 

Although Dalia was dissatisfied, she said nothing more.

 

She held Saira's hand and gently patted it, "The room next door is nice too. If you don't like the style, I'll hire the best designer to decorate it to your liking."

 

"Okay." Saira responded obediently, smiling as she said, "As long as Zuri is happy."

 

The more understanding she was, the more it broke Dalia's heart.


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