Lana Lowell opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
Cora Lowell said all that without even furrowing her brows.
After so much betrayal, scheming, and brushes with death, nothing could truly make her lose her temper anymore.
Looking back now, she could even vaguely understand what had been on Lana Lowell's mind back then.
A child who'd been left to drift outside since she was small, finally coming back to this so‑called "home."
Only to find that the person occupying her name and status not only hadn't left, but had been raised into a pampered "adopted daughter."
This home was never opened for her alone.
Was she scared every single day?
Scared she wasn't even as good as a stand‑in?
So she had to fight, had to grab, had to perform like her life depended on it.
But she never saw that Cora Lowell had never wanted to stay here at all.
From the very beginning, Cora Lowell had never planned to take back any "position."
