He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival
She then ended the letter by telling Scarlet that no matter how hard she tried, she could never live her life like a normal person, so she should stop trying so hard and embrace the bitterness in her.
As Scarlet finished reading the letter, a sense of dread gnawing at her, her gaze drifted to the envelope in her hand. Frowning, she carefully extracted the remaining contents, releasing a pen and a small, transparent case holding an SD card onto the table. Confusion clouded her features as she stared at the unfamiliar objects, her mind racing to understand the significance of Isabella’s parting gifts.