On one side, ra seemed perfectly fine, but Ryan, standing next to her, looked like he''d just had a scare.


    "ra, let me grab you some clothes. Go take a shower and get rid of that gasoline smell," he suggested.


    ra nodded, heading into the vi. As she stepped into the living room, she locked eyes with Sarah.


    Sarah smirked, raising an eyebrow as she scoffed, "Serves you right. Looks like you''ve made quite a few enemies. Everyone seems to be after you."


    Ryan walked in just in time to catch the tail end of herment. His expression darkened instantly. "Sarah."


    Sarah knew how protective Ryan was over ra right now. She gave a casual shrug, "Chill, I was just kidding. I care about my sister too, you know? Go on, take your shower. I''ll lend her some of my clothes, alright?"


    Ryan turned away, dialing Cole to bring over some of ra''s clothes instead. He hung up, clearly still in a foul mood.


    By then, ra had gone upstairs, leaving Ryan and Sarah alone in the living room.


    "No need for your clothes. I doubt ra would appreciate it. She''s not your biggest fan, so maybe keep your thoughts to yourself around her, especiallyments like that," Ryan said.


    Sarah''s face flushed with humiliation, alternating between red and white. She''d be ustomed to being treated like thedy of the house, expecting everyone to cater to her whims. But Ryan''s words reminded her of her past as a karaoke bar girl. Even if she ended up marrying Ryan, ra would alwayse first for him.


    That only fueled Sarah''s resentment. ra had to be out of the picture!


    Upstairs, ra finished her shower and stepped out, wrapped only in a towel. Today had already been exhausting, and the recent events only drained her further.


    Ryan tapped on her bedroom door. "ra, I''ll crack the door open and pass the clothes in."


    Just as ra was about to respond, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, leaving her face pale.


    Ryan, not hearing an answer, knocked again, more urgently this time. "ra?"


    Under the covers, ra curled up, instinctively pulling her knees to her chest. "Ryan..."


    Her voice was weak, and she was breaking out in a cold sweat.


    Ryan pushed the door open, concerned. "What''s wrong? Are you okay?"


    ra kept her eyes shut. "It''s my period."


    Her lips turned white, the pain in her lower abdomen so intense, she feared she might pass out.


    Ryan immediately started rummaging through the drawers for painkillers.


    Sarah, watching his frantic search, was puzzled. "What''s the rush? Is your sister hurt?"


    "Yeah, her periods are always painful," he replied.


    Sarah''s irritation was palpable. "How do you even know that?"


    "She''s my sister. Of course, I know. We always had painkillers at home for her," he said, hands slightly trembling as he finally found the pills and headed upstairs.


    Sarah, feeling petty, suspected ra was faking it, thinking she was just trying to make a point after being provoked. To Sarah, it was clear: Ryan''s top priority would always be ra, no matter what.