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    In the dream, Lacey’s beautiful face slowly twisted into something monstrous.


    Jete shook her head, trying to break free from Lacey’s grip. “You’re not my sister. My sister would never speak to me like this. You must be an impostor. I want my sister back!”


    But deep down, Jete knew that this was indeed Lacey. Lacey might actually treat her in the same harsh manner if they were to meet in reality.


    Jete then recalled a crucial detail—just before Lacey was taken away in handcuffs, she had called and instructed Jete to stop receiving Jake’s financial support.


    But Jete had refused. Her primary goal was to focus on her studies, receive the best education possible, and transform her life. After rejecting Lacey’s request, she had asked Lacey what had happened.


    Instead of offering any exnations, Lacey had just kept urging Jete to leave.


    When Jete stood firm in her decision, Lacey had resorted to berating her.


    At that time, Jete had widened her eyes in disbelief as she listened to the harsh wordsing from her sister. She could hardly believe her ears. The Lacey she knew, who had always been so kind and loving, seemed like apletely different person.


    After a short while, Lacey had abruptly ended the call.


    Later, when the news of Lacey’s arrest—for attempting to harm Kallie and Jake—reached Jete, she had been consumed by a wave of mixed feelings. She dreaded that Jack would hold a grudge against her. Luckily, that didn’t happen. She was still treated the same. Not only did Jack not resent her, but Kallie also showed her kindness. Yet, the Lacey in the dream still left Jete feeling deeply sad.


    Jete awoke with a gasp, her fingers clutching the quilt tightly as a wave of disorientation washed over her.


    A feeling of utter sadness enveloped her as she wrapped her arms around herself, seekingfort in the face of overwhelming fear. It felt as though the whole world had abandoned her. What if Lacey truly despised her, just as she had in that horrifying dream? Lacey was the one person she trusted above all others.


    Jete desperately tried to convince herself that it was just a bad dream, a figment of her imagination. But the memory of it clung to her, leaving a sharp ache in her heart.


    “Jete?” Kallie’s gentle voice broke through the darkness, pulling Jete back from the depths of despair.


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    Kallie entered the room, a steaming bowl of chicken soup in her hands. Her brow furrowed with concern as she approached Jete, reaching out to feel her forehead.


    “Thank goodness, your fever has broken.” Kallie sighed in relief, though a trace of worry lingered in her eyes. “You look awfully pale. Are you feeling unwell?”


    Jete longed to confide in Kallie about the nightmare that had haunted her, the one where Lacey turned away from her with cold indifference. But she couldn’t bear to burden Kallie with her fears. “I’m fine,” she mumbled. “Just a bad dream. I dreamt about my dad.”


    Kallie’s expression softened withpassion, and she said soothingly, “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve been through so much. But don’t worry, I promised to protect you, and I intend to keep my word.”


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