She intended to settle the scores with them one by one, but if they were eager to clear everything in one go, she didn’t mind.

Versta's eyes narrowed, sensing a foreboding feeling.

Years of experience in the business world had honed his instinct: never act rashly before fully understanding the opponent's hand.

Chelsea's return felt different; she seemed changed, shrouded in an aura of darkness, much like his ruthless brother.

Forcing a stiff smile, he said, "Chels, we can move, but give us some time, won't you? We have so many things here."

Chelsea watched her uncle revert to his ingratiating demeanor, a tactic he used to employ with her father. She smiled coldly inside.

He banked on their soft hearts, knowing they wouldn’t be ruthless to family.

“Alright, I'll give you time.”

Chelsea didn’t press further. She had returned, so they couln’t stay put peacefully.

As she turned to leave, a vase fell, blocking her path. Chelsea bent to pick it up, her eyes sweeping over it casually. Versta seized the opportunity to flatter.

“My dear Chelsea, this is a precious vase. I spent a fortune on it. They say it belonged to a Chinese Emperor beloved consort. If you like it, I will part with it for you.”

Chelsea's lips curved into a scornful smile. She tossed the vase aside, and it shattered on the floor.

Versta's heart ached, while he heard she said nonchalantly, “It's a fake.”

...

As night fell, the bustling Bromley Estate finally calmed.

After showering, Chelsea dried her hair and changed into simple clothes before heading to her parents' room. Their photos adorned the table, her father handsome and dashing, her mother elegant and noble.

Her eyes moistened as she touched their images, her voice breaking, “Mom, Dad, I'm back.”

Seeing her parents' portraits, Chelsea felt utterly empty and alone.

Her parents had died three years ago.

That year had changed everything.

At that time, she had been a carefree princess in the Rose Garden, her greatest joy browsing online for news about Altsin.

She was 21. Seven years had passed since her kidnapping, but she still longed for her hero. Her father, doting as he was, finally relented to her pleas and planned to go to Veloria to propose. As they left, she clung to them, awaiting their good news, never imagining that news of their death would return instead. They had died in a car explosion on the highway.

The explosion left their bodies charred beyond recognition. She couldn’t believe it, but the forensic results confirmed it: they were her parents.

It felt like the sky had fallen.

Had it not been for her, maybe her parents would still be alive… There's no point in blaming herself now. For their sake, she had to keep living.

Her phone rang suddenly, breaking her reverie. Struggling to her feet, she answered, “Hello…”

On the other end was the man in sunglasses from that day, her close friend and confidant, the seventh son of the White family, Daley. “I’m not sure if I should tell you this.”

Chelsea, impatient, “Spit it out.”

Daley: “Your ex-husband has announced his engagement. He's marrying Blake in four days.”

Chelsea’s hand went numb, and her heart clenched with a piercing pain.

Four days from now was when their divorce would be finalized… Was he so eager to marry his beloved?