But today, something was different. When Silvia stepped through the front door, no one from her family came to greet her. Instead, she was met by a strange, uneasy tension hanging in the air.
In the living room, it wasn’t just her parents waiting for her—there, of all people, sat Vianne, the last person Silvia wanted to see.
Vianne wore a prim, almost childish outfit that made her look like a high school student. She perched on the edge of the sofa, knees pressed tightly together, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail.
Then Vianne flashed a sweet, practiced smile. “Garth and Lola, you both look as young as ever. I guess life’s been kind to you—no worries to weigh you down. Anyone would be jealous.”
Finn’s brow furrowed at her saccharine, insincere tone.
None of them had expected Vianne to show up today. They’d already had their final falling-out with her, had even given her money so she’d leave the Ashford family in peace. So what was she doing here now?
Finn’s dislike for Vianne was palpable as he spoke up. “Who let her in? Get her out of here. Vianne and Shipley are not welcome in this house—not even for a minute.”
At that, Vianne’s eyes glistened. She stared at Finn in disbelief, and tears immediately began to roll down her cheeks.
Leaning against the wall, Silvia couldn’t help but be entertained by Vianne’s performance. Watching her put on this show was almost amusing. Honestly, if Vianne ever considered a career in acting, she’d be a star—her crying scenes were flawless.
“Finn.” Vianne’s sudden, plaintive call caught everyone off guard. Her voice trembled with hurt. “Why are you treating me like this? We grew up together. Maybe I’m not your real sister, but we shared our whole childhood. We were each other’s family.”

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