?Chapter 41:
The mood shifted abruptly from joyous to tense as Marissa’s words sank in. The family’s faces darkened with displeasure as they looked at her warily, clearly ufortable with her presence. They didn’t ask about the reason for her statement; their disdain was evident from their silence. Tiffany had endured countless simr treatments in the past, which had led her to be increasingly isted within the family. Yet today, it was Marissa standing before them instead of Tiffany. She ignored their disdain and dered confidently, “I’ll be moving back today.”
“Why are you moving back? Don’t you live with Connor?” Sansa asked, her eyebrows knitting together in visible disapproval
“I’ve married Connor at the City Hall, but we haven’t had the wedding ceremony yet. It seems more appropriate for me to temporarily live here,” Marissa responded. Upon hearing this, Balthasar agreed. “Indeed, it’s not suitable for you to live with Connor before the wedding ceremony. People might gossip. You should return and stay with us.”
“Thank you, Grandpa,” Marissa said. But she didn’t go upstairs immediately, unsure of which room was Tiffany’s
In that moment, Sansa assumed her role as the hostess of the family and turned to her. “Tiffany, since you are older than A, therge princess bedroom rightfully belongs to you. However, after you left home a few days ago, we assumed you wouldn’t return, so I reassigned that room to A. Your belongings have been moved to the guest room down the west corridor. You may stay there temporarily. After all, you’ll be getting married and moving out soon.”
Without a word, Marissa began climbing the stairs. As A watched her go, her face contorted with scorn. Sansa had always pretended to respect Tiffany out of fear of gossip, allowing her to live in therge princess bedroom. This had long irritated A, who had proudly taken over the room a few days earlier. Now, with all her family members thinking she had Dr. Riss’s support and indulging her, the thought of giving up the room seemed utterly impossible
As A was still lost in thought, a series of loud bangs erupted from upstairs. A maid quickly descended the stairs in a state of panic and blurted out, “Tiffany is throwing all of A’s belongings out of her room!”
“What?” A eximed. Immediately, she leapt up and dashed upstairs, with everyone else following close behind. When they reached the second floor, they found Marissa in the midst of throwing A’s possessions into the hallway, leaving a chaotic mess behind
“Ahh!” A was on the verge of breaking down. Marissa had not only discarded her everyday items and expensive jewelry but also her certificates and trophies—each of her proud achievements was now treated like worthless trash
Sansa, shaking and furious, pointed at Marissa and shouted, “Tiffany, you ill-mannered brat, how could you treat your cousin so cruelly?”
In the past, such a confrontation would have made Tiffany tremble with fear. But now, Marissa justughed, herugh bold and arrogant. “Sansa, before you talk to me about manners, shouldn’t you first understand that taking things without their owner’s consent is stealing? My room and belongings were moved without my consent. Can you still call yourselves well-mannered?”
“But you’ve upied this room for years. It’s my turn now!” A snapped back, her eyes filled with anger
“You’re just a pathetic loser. You don’t deserve such a nice room,” Marissa responded with a smirk. “My father bought this vi, and you are living in my house. Unless I say so, you’re not entitled to this room.”
“You’ve crossed a line!” A seethed, her face red with anger, yet she was speechless. Unfazed, Marissa continued, “Really? How about we settle this in court? Let’s see if the court will side with me and evict you all.” Her threat silenced any further protests. Marissa then quickly moved Tiffany’s belongings back to her room and mmed the door with a loud bang. Once alone, she swiftly cracked the code to the safe, ignoring theints outside. Inside the safe, she discovered a significant secret
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