Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 481 - チャプター 490

Ever since learning the truth, Sydney had found herself repeating the same thought: 'If only Julian weren't a Sterling. If only he weren't Eloise's grandson.'Then maybe she wouldn't have to keep hesitating—wouldn't have to stand here, torn between him and the ghosts of her parents, forcing him to choose between love and blood.Who was she kidding, anyway?But when those words reached Julian, they carried a bitter edge of irony.Not Eloise's biological grandson? That didn't make him any less of a Sterling. The blood in his veins was still theirs. The power Eloise had used to destroy Sydney's parents had come from that same family name.His gaze fixed on her face. He wanted to promise that Eloise would pay for everything, that he'd make sure of it. But compared to the two lives already lost, any vow of retribution felt hollow. Nothing could change the fact that Sydney had grown up without her parents.Still, some things had to be said, no matter how painful. What came after would

Everyone in the room immediately grasped the situation. It wasn't just them who feared this living devil. Even the old lady herself was terrified of him.She had been awake the entire time, only pretending to be unconscious.No one dared to cross Julian, so they slipped quietly out of the ward, leaving him alone with Eloise.The doctors had said she'd only fainted—nothing serious. She was still very much alive, and her estate wasn't about to change hands overnight. Surely, Julian wouldn't stoop so low as to force her to sign something while she was ill. Besides, Eloise wasn't easily fooled.When the room finally emptied, Julian remained seated for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he drawled, "You can stop pretending now."Eloise's eyelids twitched. She knew perfectly well that if she didn't "wake up," this man wouldn't let her rest.Reluctantly, she fluttered her eyes open, feigning weakness as she looked at him. "Julian, you're so busy. Why come here yourself?"Julian'

"No!" Eloise's voice came out almost as a shout.Now was not the time for Victor to learn the truth about his parentage. That boy was nothing like Julian. He lacked his calm and restraint. If he found out too soon, everything would spiral out of control.Eloise raised her head to meet Julian's gaze, and for the first time, real regret washed over her. She should have let him die with his parents back then. If she hadn't gone soft in that one foolish moment, she wouldn't be facing this rabid wolf today.But now wasn't the time to bare her claws. Grinding her teeth until her jaw ached, she steadied her voice and even managed a smile."How did you know I met him?" she asked lightly.Or rather, how long had he known about her connection with Flint? She had hidden it well, or so she had thought.Julian's tone stayed flat and cold. "When I ask you something, just answer it."Her fingers trembled with fury. 'Does this ungrateful brat even know who he is speaking to? Even if I am not hi

The treatment went almost too smoothly.When it ended, Jeremiah accepted the new prescription Sydney had written. He braced himself on his cane and led them to the door. "Dr. Wilson, thank you for coming.""I will not delay your care," she replied in a measured voice. He did not wait for her to ask. He raised the matter himself.Sydney pressed her lips together. She remained wary, but she softened her tone. "Mr. Clifford, if there is any progress, please let me know."Julian's words had eased her sense of being adrift, but she still needed to know why she had turned up alone in that Southeast Lavian den years ago Had someone trafficked her? Had someone abandoned her? Or, worse, had her birth parents dealt drugs? The thought chilled her.Another clear, unforgiving thought rose at the same time. Even if they were alive, she would never acknowledge them. Her life had been ruined once. She would not let her child inherit that same uncertainty.…On the drive back to the institute,

It was not that Tiffany feared exposure. It was who would know. If it had been anyone else, she would have died of shame.On the surface, Tiffany seemed untouchable. She worked at a top-tier law firm, built a gold-medal reputation, wore sharp suits, and kept a calm poise. Behind that shine, her family rotted at the roots.Sydney reached over and patted her head, gentle but firm."Even if it were someone else, it wouldn't matter, Tiffany. None of this is your fault. You've already done more than enough."She had not chosen her bloodline. Whatever her birth parents had done, she had no say in it.…Tiffany's family still lived in an old, unrenovated alley in Jouleston.Neon lights lit the sky. The air smelled of street food and carried steady chatter. The closer they came to her house, the quieter it grew.The silence felt heavy enough that Sydney took Tiffany's hand without thinking."It really feels like something's wrong," she murmured."Wrong…" Tiffany tried to dismiss it,