Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 361 The Tables Turned

Third Person POV

“Oh… so because she had nowhere else to go, you brought her back here.”

Finished

Aubrey’s gaze fixed on Jax. He lowered his head guiltily, unable to meet her eyes. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, “Aubrey, if you’re unhappy about it, I’ll throw her out right now.”

For the first time, between her and Aurelia, Jax chose her.

But Aubrey felt nothing. Not even a flicker of warmth. She had long since given up expecting anything from her father’s so–called love. She was no longer that little girl who would break herself just to win his approval.

She had grown up. She no longer needed such things.

Aubrey let out a soft laugh. “No need. If you want to keep her, I don’t mind.”

In Jax’s startled eyes, Aubrey lowered her gaze to the butter cookie in her hand. After a moment’s silence, she smiled faintly, set the cookie back on the plate, and stood.

“I’ll go up and take a look at her.”

She started up the stairs.

Jax hurried to follow, afraid the two might fight. Inwardly, he sighed at the thought of the cookies cooling on the table–still warm now, but they’d be cold by the time they came back down. Still, it didn’t matter. If Aubrey had returned once, she would surely return again. Next time, he could bake fresh ones for her.

The moment they reached the second floor, Aubrey’s sharp hearing caught the faint sounds coming from the master bedroom. A cold smile tugged at her lips. So Jax had even let Aurelia

stay

in the master bedroom. She couldn’t tell if it was because her father was too soft, or because Aurelia’s manipulations were too sharp.

pushed the door open, Aurelia turned in surprise. At

the

agreed to stay here as

answer, Aurelia said timidly, “Yes… Aubrey, I know I did

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you be addressing me?” Aubrey cut

“…Ma’am.”

“Good girl.”

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didn’t care whether her behavior was cruel. All she

stay in the master bedroom? That storage room under the stairs seems much more suitable. Move

Jax a panicked, pleading look. He hesitated, but in the

how

whose house this truly was

fists clenched, her nails biting into her

her forced endurance, Aubrey felt a surge of dark satisfaction. Any killer knew that death was instantaneous–once someone died, their sins ended with them. But living was different. Living meant being forced

down in a chair.

to Jax. But he deliberately avoided her eyes, as

choice, Aurelia muttered,

cup of black coffee. But she couldn’t truly serve Aubrey. She hated her too deeply. She spat into the cup several times before

“Ma’am, please…”

but didn’t take it. Instead, she gave Aurelia

were my stepmother for five or six years. And you don’t even know I don’t like