Chapter 312

Olivia turned sharply, her fingers flying across her phone screen. "This isn't for me. I came because we share blood. If you don't care, why should I? Let's be clear—I'm not your punching bag. Push me again and you'll learn that the hard way."

Seraphina scoffed dramatically. "We'll see about that."

Without another word, Olivia pivoted on her heel and strode out.

As the door clicked shut, an uneasy churn settled in Seraphina's gut. How had that timid mouse transformed into this lioness overnight? It was like she'd activated some hidden power-up. "Whatever!" Seraphina spat to the empty room. "She's just manipulated my grandfather and cousin with her sob story. There's no way she's our long-lost relative."

Bitterness burned in Seraphina's gaze. As Alistair Kensington's true granddaughter, she knew Olivia was just some gold-digging imposter.

Even if provoked, what could that orphan possibly do to her? Sure, Julian had betrayed her this time, but she still had her parents' support. Olivia didn't stand a chance.

This comforting thought eased Seraphina's tension—until reality delivered its brutal wake-up call.

Not a single family member came for her hospital discharge. While she expected Donovan and Alistair's absence—they were still furious—her parents' no-show shattered her.

Celeste sensed the storm brewing. "It's all Olivia's doing," she whispered. "She convinced your grandfather to return to Westhaven for treatment. Mr. Donovan Kensington left with them, saying you needed time to... reflect. Your parents and brother rushed after them—something about monitoring Mr. Alistair's condition."

Betrayal and rage warred in Seraphina's chest. "So they've all chosen her," she choked out, tears pricking her eyes.

"Don't blame your family!" Celeste insisted. "Julian Kensington is your brother. He'd never abandon you. This is all Olivia's manipulation."

Seraphina stayed silent, her eyes dull. Ironically, Donovan—just her cousin—had visited most during her hospitalization. He still cared.

Julian? One threatening visit, some token gifts, then radio silence. Her parents barely showed either.

The painful truth whispered in her ear: since her illness worsened, her family's interest had waned. They'd spoiled the healthy child but had no patience for the sickly woman. Yet blood was blood. Surely they'd side with her against some stranger?

Seraphina squared her shoulders. "Prepare my things. We're returning to Westhaven. Donovan's parents will be back soon. His mother always adored me—she'd never support Olivia."

Three years vanished like smoke.

In the glittering heart of an international art exhibition, a striking woman glided toward the VIP section, a little girl's hand clasped in hers, flanked by a phalanx of bodyguards.

Raven locks cascaded over her shoulders, framing porcelain skin and almond eyes blazing with quiet intensity.