The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 4

Chapter 4 Taking What’s Hers

was rougher, hoarser. What exactly had happened to her in there? The next morning, Sierra was already waiting in the living room. She had slept well for the first time in a long while. At least here, she didn’t have to constantly keep her guard up. Evan was the first to come downstairs. He barely spared her a glance. It had always been like this. Among the three Xander brothers, Bradley would at least talk to her occasionally. Sean would acknowledge her when he was in a good mood, treating her attention like a reward. But Evan? Evan had always been distant, cold, reserved—except when it came to Denise. Ironically, Sierra had only discovered her talent for biochemistry because of Evan. Back then, she had wanted to get closer to him. So she studied relentlessly, hoping to find common ground. But once she discovered biochemistry, she realized she truly loved it. She had an undeniable gift for it. Too bad she never got the chance to tell him. She had been thrown in prison before she could. Now? She didn’t care anymore. They sat in silence, each minding their own business. Evan stole a few glances at her. She was staring at her phone, completely ignoring him. She used to follow him around, hanging on his every word, watching him intently even when he was indifferent. Now, she was acting like he didn’t exist. It felt… odd. But this was fine. He had never been fond of talking to idiots anyway. Soon, Eleanor and Denise came downstairs. Eleanor sighed when she saw her two children sitting on opposite ends of the couch, completely disconnected. Denise, on the other hand, subtly smirked. “Evan!” she chirped, hurrying over to loop her arm through his. “Have you been waiting long?” “Not really. Let’s eat. After breakfast, I’ll drive you to school,” Evan said, patting her head. “Okay!” Denise beamed, then turned to Sierra as if just noticing her. “Sierra, are you ready? Let’s eat.” “I already ate,” Sierra said without looking up. She had woken up early and made herself a bowl of noodles—specifically to avoid having breakfast with them. Once she was back at school, she wouldn’t have to see them every day anymore. Seeing her still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, Eleanor quickly spoke up. “I had some clothes bought for you last night—your size this time. Try them on and see if they fit.” Simple designs. T-shirts, pants. Probably something a servant had grabbed at random. But for once, it was actually her style. “Thank you, Madam Eleanor.” Sierra accepted them, went upstairs to change, and came back down. She had always been tall and slender, but now, in simple, clean-cut clothes, she looked sharper, more striking. Her long hair was gone, replaced by a short, neat cut. Eleanor had been about to compliment her, but then