4

I turned around.

And saw Mason standing behind me, though I had no idea when he'd gotten there.

His expression was ice-cold, his gaze fixed on my newly packed suitcase.

Ethan leaned against the doorway of my bedroom, also looking at me with an equally frigid expression.

Scarlett, who had followed them in, hid behind Hunter, secretly eyeing my luggage.

Being young, she couldn't hide the anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

For a moment, I considered telling the truth.

But then I remembered Mason's impatient words: "These things, no need to tell us."

Suddenly, I didn't dare speak up anymore.

This way, when I left, I could at least lie to myself.

They just didn't know. It wasn't that they didn't care.

My hand slipped into my coat pocket, my knuckles aching from how tightly I clenched them.

I pretended to be casual: "Just packing my things. As agreed, I'm moving out."

Mason's expression softened slightly.

But he quickly spoke in a stern voice: "Can't you just get along with Scarlett? You're both my sisters."

Always the same argument. I had to step aside for Scarlett. I was used to it by now.

I reflexively responded: "Then I'll move to the military camp. I won't ever come back."

Mason's face, which had just softened a bit, turned completely dark. "Do you actually feel wronged?"

I truly hadn't meant to provoke him.

It's just that, with me leaving, I didn't want them to feel torn between Scarlett and me anymore.

Scarlett put on an innocent face: "This is your home too, sister. I'm the newcomer. I should be the one moving out."

I replied flatly: "Don't worry. Once I move out, I won't come back."

Scarlett immediately couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth in a smile.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly lowered her head in guilt.

Mason shouted angrily: "Who are you threatening? If you can't live harmoniously with Scarlett, then just go!"

Ethan also sneered: "If you want to move out, then move. Who's begging you to stay?"

I didn't say anything more and continued packing my luggage.

Having lived in this home for over twenty years, I had accumulated too many belongings.

I couldn't take everything with me, so I only picked the essentials and things my parents left me.

I filled two suitcases to the brim and wheeled them toward the door.

In my ears rang Hunter's furious voice: "If you're so capable, then never come back!"

I struggled to drag the suitcases downstairs and out through the front door.

Behind me, Hunter's voice was angry and sarcastic:

"If it weren't for your parents saving our lives, I wouldn't have let Scarlett tolerate you for so long."

"Don't come crawling back home in three days because you can't handle it!"

I froze when I heard those cutting words. The servant Scarlett had bribed shoved me roughly out the door, causing me to stumble and fall hard on the ground.

My foot slammed against the stone steps, sending a searing pain shooting up my leg.

A year ago, I had been severely injured saving Hunter from a rogue wolf attack. My leg had been torn open, the wounds so deep they still hadn't fully healed despite my werewolf healing abilities.

Mason's raised voice continued behind me: "From now on, whoever dares to open the door for her can get out with her!"