Ileana had shed every trace of her sweet, obedient schoolgirl self. Now, she looked downright vicious–voice shrill, eyes cold and menacing. She raked a hand through her hair in frustration, then lashed out, kicking Mae without warning.

Mae nearly collapsed to her knees but just managed to steady herself, too scared to utter a word. She hurriedly grabbed Ileana’s backpack, then pulled out the prepared slippers, placing them in front of her while kneeling.

“Can’t you see what needs to be done?” Ileana shot Mae a glare, growing more irritable the longer she looked at her. She raised a hand, about to shove the girl again, when footsteps echoed down the hall.

Instantly, the color drained from Ileana’s face. Her pupils contracted, and she jerked her hand behind her back, trembling slightly, the picture of anxiety.

“Dad.” Ileana swallowed hard, not daring to meet Scott’s eyes.

“Mae, bring some tea to the study.”

“Yes, sir.” Mae hung the backpack on a nearby rack and hurried off to the kitchen.

“Come here.” Scott didn’t specify whom he meant, only glanced coolly in Ileana’s direction.

her fists to hide the hatred in her eyes, Ileana

mask her emotions.

behind them, Ileana

gaze as he sat in the high–backed chair. The silence between them was

when… when did you get back?” Ileana was young, and the oppressive

tentative.

each beat. Her hands began to shake, eyes darting nervously, and a moment later, tears slipped silently down onto

so hard,

remained unmoved, his expression unreadable. Ileana could only force herself to

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of my adoptive family. Dad, maybe we should bring her home, too. This

as she wiped them away with a trembling hand, her small figure shaking, looking

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