At Chelsea’s age, being called "Great Aunt" was nothing unusual. But this was the first time someone had mistaken her for a mother.

She looked up at Matthias and asked coldly, “Are you looking to die?”

“……”

Matthias immediately cowered, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

Chelsea kept a straight face while applying medicine to his wounds, though her tone remained sharp. “Calling me ‘sister’ is already a privilege for you. Don’t push your luck.”

Matthias obediently replied, “Oh.”

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked, “That senior you brought today—is he your brother too?”

“Mhm.” Chelsea finished applying the ointment, wiped her hands, and twisted the cap...