As soon as Alessia finished speaking, the butler appeared, ushering in another man in a suit. Both were carrying suitcases in their hands. Ileana Tate’s eyes locked onto those two cases with a barely concealed greed.

She recognized them instantly–they were the latest limited–edition designer luggage, the kind she could only dream of owning. The Morton family could never give her something like that, but for Alessia, having the whole collection was effortless.-

“Sir, ma’am, miss,” the butler greeted.

“What’s all this?” Yvonne asked.

“Just some knickknacks I picked up while traveling abroad,” Alessia replied smoothly, cutting in before anyone else could speak.

“Well then, take them all with you,” Yvonne said indifferently. To the Tates, these trinkets were hardly worth mentioning.

“Mom, it’s not that I mind my sister reclaiming her belongings,” Ileana piped up, her voice soft at first but growing louder, “It’s just… my adoptive family’s house is really small. There might not be enough space for all these things…”

She hesitated, then added, “I don’t mean anything by it, I just worry my adoptive parents might not be happy. It’s her first time coming home, and it’s great that she’s returning, but bringing so much stuff might leave a bad impression…”

Her clumsy performance made Yvonne frown, but Ileana didn’t notice. She thought Yvonne was upset with Alessia.

that. I’ll handle it. Mr. and Mrs. Tate, thank you for raising me these seventeen years. I’m not ungrateful—I’ll remember

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didn’t object either. They never burned bridges

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just jealous, that’s all. My sister’s always had your love…” She looked the

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things settle, I’ll host a proper reunion to

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