Forcing down her terror, Wanda managed to paste on a sickeningly sweet smile and decided to break the suffocating silence. “Hello there, Lilah,” she began, her voice artificially bright and cheerful. “I still can’t believe you’re the person Dad and Milton have been looking for all these years! Now that you’re here, we’ll all be living together like one big happy family. We’ll be like real sisters. Since I’m the older one, I promise I’ll take such good care of you and be the best big sister you could ever want.”

Sisters? The very idea was so absurd that a cold, mocking smile curved across Elliana’s lips. When she finally spoke, her voice could have frozen fire itself.

“And what exactly makes you think you’re worthy of being my sister?”

Wanda had never experienced such complete humiliation before. With just one cutting sentence, Lilah had destroyed her confidence and left her dignity in ruins. She stood there speechless, her usual boldness completely shattered, scrambling for any way to respond to such a devastating blow.

But as the shock began to wear off, something else started nagging at Wanda. There was something about the way Lilah looked at her, something unnervingly familiar that she couldn’t quite place.

Lilah’s sharp, intelligent eyes paired with that clear, unwavering voice—it stirred a memory that made Wanda’s stomach clench with unease. The combination reminded her instantly of Elliana, the woman she had confronted at Regal Grove.

Elliana might have been ugly and unremarkable, but her eyes and voice had been impossible to forget. They were so distinctive, so memorable, that even a single meeting had burned them permanently into Wanda’s mind. Updates are released by find{n}ovel.net

Now, staring at Lilah, Wanda couldn’t shake the eerie similarity. The eyes, the voice, even the way Lilah carried herself—it was as if they belonged to the same person.

The same person? The thought hit Wanda like ice water in her veins, and a terrible fear began creeping through her entire body.

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Watching the horror dawn on Wanda’s face, Elliana allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. She had deliberately let pieces of her true identity show through, wanting Wanda to recognize the ghost of Elliana beneath Lilah’s surface.

In Wanda’s mind, Elliana was supposed to be dead—eliminated by her own murderous scheme. To see traces of that supposedly dead woman standing alive before her would create the kind of psychological terror that most people couldn’t handle.

Elliana smirked. Right now, Wanda was probably wondering if she was losing her sanity, seeing phantoms where none should exist.

This was exactly what Elliana wanted—to keep Wanda in a constant state of dread and confusion. True revenge wasn’t a quick, clean death. It was the slow, methodical breaking of someone’s spirit until they destroyed themselves.

Eva, completely unaware of the psychological warfare happening right in front of her, was simply upset that Lilah had openly humiliated Wanda. Yet, not daring to show her…

Displeasure, she tried a different approach—appeasing Lilah, who clearly held all the power now.

“Lilah, you’re absolutely right, of course,” Eva said with forced brightness. “You are the Campbell family’s true daughter, while Wanda is only here through adoption. She has no right to presume equality with you. I’ll make sure she understands her place and never speaks so presumptuously again.”

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