Chapter 4

My soul followed my three brothers to the hospital where Sophia was staying.

She was in the most luxurious VIP ward, attended by a full professional medical team. Even the roses on her bedside table had been flown in from Bulgravia that morning.

Damon went to discuss the surgery with the doctor, while Matt and Chris stayed by Sophia’s side to soothe her nerves.

During the operation, all three waited anxiously outside the OR until the surgery was complete.

Afterward, Damon carefully helped her sip some water. She blinked innocently and asked, “Damon, where’s Ava? I haven’t seen her at all. Even when I was sick, she didn’t come and visit me. Does she still not like me?”

Damon gently wiped the water from her lips, his expression darkening when he heard my name.

“She’s probably still sulking. Her attitude’s gotten worse lately, always hiding and pulling these disappearing acts! Don’t worry about her. You just focus on recovering.”

Matt and Chris chimed in as well.

“Exactly. We know of her little tricks. Sophia, your only job right now is to get better. Don’t waste your energy worrying about someone unimportant.”

I floated there in the air, silently listening to them belittle me. The pain in my chest was unbearable.

So this is what I had become in their eyes—someone insignificant. Now that they had a new little sister to dote on, I was easily discarded.

Even when they brought Sophia home from the hospital, none of them thought to call me.

This time, they didn’t take her back to the apartment near the company. They returned to the villa and moved her into my room.

Damon even rehired my old team of nutritionists and brought back the personal maids, all to serve Sophia around the clock.

Sophia looked around at the room full of luxury items that once belonged to me, now all hers, and smiled with satisfaction.

Then she turned to my brothers, a fragile expression on her face.

“Where’s Ava? Didn’t you guys say I could try her cooking one day?”

Prompted by her words, Damon finally picked up his phone to call me.

However, no matter how many times he dialed, no one picked up.

Damon smashed his phone on the table and cursed under his breath.

“She’s been spoiled rotten. Won’t even answer my calls or come home. Is she running away?

“I’d like to see how long she can keep this up. If she’s so tough, no need to come back!”

“Chris, go change the lock code. Let’s see how long she can survive out there without anything!”

Chris nodded and quickly changed the villa’s door code to Sophia’s birthday.

Sophia feigned concern.

“Isn’t that a bit much? I’m just staying here temporarily. Ava is the rightful owner of this home.”

Matt didn’t even think before replying.

“You’re going to be living here from now on. Even if Ava comes back, the villa has plenty of rooms. She can pick another one.”

At that moment, the housekeeper, Maisie, finally couldn’t stay silent.

“Sirs, Ms. Blythe’s never been away from home this long. What if something happened to her? She’s a good girl. She doesn’t just disappear like this.”

She hesitated for a long time before gathering the courage to add, “Ms. Blythe’s always thinking about you.

“She said Mr. Damon gets cold easily, Mr. Matt has chronic back pain, and Mr. Chris can’t sleep well. So she knitted a scarf for Mr. Damon, sewed a pillow for Mr. Matt, and made a music box for Mr. Chris.”

Maisie took out the gifts and placed them gently on the table, wiping her eyes.

“She spent so long preparing them. She was going to give them to you on her birthday, but none of you came home that day.”