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After a moment of stunned silence, Mason's brows furrowed.

He seemed uncertain about my quick agreement and wavered slightly:

"Scarlett just came home, so she might not accept you right away. You should be more understanding with her."

"I know this gem is your parents' precious heirloom. Once Scarlett recovers, we'll definitely find a way to compensate you."

I looked at them earnestly: "It's fine. I'll agree to whatever she wants. I know she doesn't like me, and I can move out so she won't have to see me anymore."

"Her health is poor, and she needs care."

"Besides, I haven't been home much these past few years, so moving out makes sense..."

"Tch."

The abrupt sound made my voice halt.

Mason's expression darkened. He probably thought I was just putting on an act.

Scarlett called Mason's name from a short distance away, asking him to come tell her a fairy tale. He immediately went to her, leaving me standing alone.

I prepared to leave, my throat aching as I spoke: "I'm going now."

No one responded.

Mason, Ethan, and Hunter were still attentively tending to Scarlett.

As I walked past Mason, I caught fragments of the story he was telling to soothe Scarlett: "And so, Snow White was driven from her home..."

Suddenly, I remembered many years ago, when my parents were abruptly killed, leaving me all alone.

Mason had embraced me, his eyes red with tears.

With the same gentle voice, he had trembled as he comforted me:

"You still have us. From now on, you're our real sister."

"As long as your brothers are here, Olivia, you'll always have a home."

Liar.

For some reason, my nose suddenly stung with tears.

I gathered my emotions and hurried back to the military camp that night, busying myself with preliminary preparations for the body transformation program

I worked through almost the entire night.

Early the next morning, I rushed back home.

I planned to give Scarlett my parents' precious healing gem and pack my things to move out.

Our housekeeper helped me pack while expressing her indignation:

"When you were born, your mother was attacked by rogue wolves. You were so weak at birth, and your parents went through hell to find that top-tier healing gem to keep you healthy. How can the Alphas let you give it to Scarlett? And this has been your room since you were little—why do you have to move out?"

As I placed books and clothes into my suitcase, I replied:

"It's okay. I won't be staying for long anyway."

Behind me, a cold voice suddenly spoke:

"Where do you think you're going?"