57

At seven in the evening, Leon’s black car had just passed through the main gate.

In the living room, Mrs. Hansel sat on the sofa with an angry expression. Qiara stood in front of her, wearing a striking red dress, her long hair flowing neatly. Her expression was relaxed, as if she didn’t care about the older woman’s fury.

“Qiara, I already told you, leave this place!” Mrs. Hansel’s voice was firm, though her tone trembled slightly. “This house is no longer a place for you.”

Qiara gave a faint smile. “Auntie, why do you still reject me? Wasn’t I always by Leon’s side before? You know very well...