Chapter 4

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Kath looked up at the sky before slowly closing her eyes.

Why does the world have to be so cruel to me?

For the first time in a long while, she questioned everything.

What had she done to deserve a life like this?

Bitterness welled up inside her. At that moment, she couldn't help but feel abandoned by God. It was as if His protection had never reached her.

Where was she supposed to go now?

She had no relatives she could turn to except her grandfather. Yet even his own daughter had thrown her out of the mansion as though they weren't related by blood.

She tasted the salt of her tears as they streamed down her cheeks.

She was already exhausted from walking for hours, and she still hadn't recovered her strength. Now she found herself sitting helplessly on the roadside once again.

The scorching afternoon sun beat mercilessly against her skin, but she barely noticed. The pain crushing her heart had numbed the rest of her body.

She had honestly believed that returning to her grandfather's house would finally bring her peace.

How foolish she had been.

Opening her tear-filled eyes, she forced herself to stand. She knew that even if she spent the entire day—or even the whole night—waiting outside those gates, no one would ever let her back in.

Who was she in that family?

No one.

She had never mattered to them.

She had never been anyone's favorite.

She had no one willing to stand by her side.

Casting one final glance at the towering iron gates, she silently made herself a promise.

I will never set foot in this place again.

Picking up her small bag, she resumed walking.

Her lips trembled.

Where am I supposed to go?

She didn't even have enough money for transportation.

What would happen to her now?

As she continued walking aimlessly, tears blurred her vision. She couldn't help but pity herself. Why did she have to endure so much suffering?

She had always been a good granddaughter.

She had obeyed every order her grandfather had given her.

So why did fate still treat her so mercilessly?

She sniffled and wiped away her tears.

"No..."

She couldn't give up.

She had to stay strong if she wanted to survive.

Surely there were still kind people somewhere in this world—people willing to help someone like her.

She just had to keep moving forward.

"Who gave you permission to let that woman into my house?!"

Melinda's furious voice echoed throughout the mansion.

Her face was twisted with rage as she glared at the guards and servants lined up before her.

She had given them one simple order.

Under no circumstances were they to allow that woman inside.

She hated Kath with every fiber of her being. Just seeing her face—or even hearing her name—was enough to make her blood boil.

The servants and security guards kept their heads lowered, too frightened to meet her eyes as she continued berating them.

"I gave you one simple instruction, and you couldn't even follow it!"

She paced back and forth in front of them, her hands trembling with anger.

What she despised most was being disobeyed.

"She didn't just step inside my house," she snapped. "She even entered my father's bedroom!"

Her voice grew even colder.

"I don't even allow the maids inside that room. Only my husband and I are permitted to enter it."

No one dared answer.

The silence only fueled her anger.

She exhaled sharply before massaging her aching temples.

"Get out."

Her voice was low but dangerous.

"Leave my sight."

No one moved.

"I SAID GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

The servants immediately scattered, fleeing the living room in panic.

Melinda dropped onto the sofa, rubbing her temples as she closed her eyes.

Moments later, her husband entered the room carrying a glass of whiskey.

"What's wrong, honey?" he asked gently as he sat beside her.

Opening her eyes, Melinda snatched the glass from his hand and downed the liquor in one gulp. She winced as the burning alcohol slid down her throat.

"That bitch came here," she spat through clenched teeth.

His brows furrowed.

"Who?"

Melinda rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Who else?" she scoffed. "Alejandro's illegitimate daughter."

She walked toward the minibar and poured herself another drink.

Her husband followed closely behind.

"So... where is she now?" he asked quietly.

Melinda paused, gripping the glass tightly until her knuckles turned white.

"I threw her out."

There wasn't a trace of emotion in her voice.

"And I hope she never comes back."

Her lips curled into a cold smile.

"Otherwise..."

She slowly lifted the glass to her lips.

"I'll have no choice but to add her to my list."

She took another slow sip.

Behind her, her husband smiled faintly.

Why did she have to come back in the first place?