All Chapters of Unworthy No More : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sophie I didn't know how long Leon had been leaning against me when Mom finally came downstairs. She stopped in the doorway. For a moment, she simply watched us. Leon had fallen asleep. His head rested against my arm, one hand curled loosely around the hem of my shirt. His breathing was slow and even. Mom smiled. "He's exhausted." "He's been training too much." She walked over and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "His master thinks otherwise." "His master also thinks breathing exercises are more important than breakfast." Mom laughed quietly. "That's because his master isn't responsible for feeding him." "Exactly." She kissed Leon's forehead. Then she looked at me. "Come upstairs." Something in her voice made me sit straighter. "What happened?" "Nothing." I gave her a look. Mom smiled. "You've become very suspicious." "I learned from Dad." "Unfortunately, you've learned well." She carefully lifted Leon from the chair. He stirred. "Mom?" "I'm here." His eyes b

Sophie By the end of the week, our house had changed again. Not dramatically. There were no moving trucks or construction crews, and Mom hadn't suddenly turned the library into a classroom. The changes were quieter. Three rooms on the eastern side of the house had been cleared and furnished with desks, bookshelves, computers, training equipment, and enough educational material to make me wonder whether Dad had accidentally purchased an entire university. Selene loved the computers. Atlas loved the books. Leon loved the training room. I loved none of it. I missed having my siblings around the house all day. That probably made me selfish, but I had become accustomed to them being part of the rhythm of my life. Their school had taken that rhythm away for exactly one day, and now their return had somehow made the house feel fuller than before. The first tutor arrived on Monday morning. He was a tall man named Professor Daniel Hartwell, although Selene immediately informed him that the

Sophie The doorbell rang at 7:13 the following morning. I know the exact time because I was already awake.I had barely slept after Dad's warning the night before, and by the time I heard the bell, I was sitting at my desk trying to finish an essay I had promised myself I would complete before breakfast.I looked toward the window. Our security team usually announced visitors before they reached the house. Even family friends didn't simply walk up to the front door anymore. Something was wrong. I pushed my chair back and opened my bedroom door. The hallway was quiet.Mom and Dad's room was at the opposite end, and I could hear movement from the triplets' rooms farther down. Their tutors wouldn't arrive for another hour. The bell rang a third time and I went downstairs.One of the security officers was already moving toward the entrance. "Who is it?" I asked. He turned. "We're checking." I followed him as far as the foyer. Through the glass beside the door, I could see a woman standin

Sophie By the time I returned from school that afternoon, Dad had already changed the security arrangement around the house. I noticed it before the car had even reached the driveway.There were two additional vehicles parked near the gates, and the guard who usually stood beside the entrance had been replaced by someone I had never seen before. The cameras had also been repositioned, although I couldn't tell whether that was because of the woman who had appeared yesterday or the black sedan that had followed us from the academy.I remembered that car. I had tried not to. The trouble was that once something frightened you, your mind became annoyingly good at preserving details. It had followed us for eleven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Atlas had counted.I had spent most of the night wondering why. Dad was waiting for me inside. "How was school?""Normal.""Good."I dropped my bag beside the stairs. "Did you find out anything about the car?"His expression changed slightly. "Why a

Sophie The news about the vehicle following the tutors changed the atmosphere in our house without changing anything we could see.Breakfast remained breakfast. Mom still reminded Leon to slow down when he ate, Selene still complained that Atlas corrected everyone, and Dad still read the morning news while pretending he wasn't listening to all three of us at once. But something had shifted. The adults were paying closer attention.The tutors were being questioned about their routines, the security team was reviewing the routes they used, and Dad spent longer than usual in his study. Nobody told me exactly what they were looking for. I could feel the question hanging over the house. Who had been watching the tutors, and why?That afternoon, I found Dad in his study. He was standing beside the window with his phone in one hand while several reports lay open across his desk. He ended the call when he noticed me. "You should be doing your homework.""I finished."He gave me the look he u