Upon hearing Joshua’s joking tone, Xylia rolled her eyes.


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    After spending some time adjusting to life with the Sadler family, she began thinking again about the studio.


    Whenever she thought about the studio, she also recalled the 600 thousand Joshua had lent her–300 thousand as an investment and the other 300 thousand as a personal loan. Now that she had money, she should pay him back.


    “Joshua, please provide me with your bank card number so that I can return the money to you,” she said.


    “Money?” Joshua was momentarily confused.


    “Did you forget? You helped me sessfully bid on Grandma’s painting for 600 thousand,” she added.


    As his memory returned, Joshua smiled faintly. “Wasn’t that an investment in your studio?”


    “You invested 300 thousand, and my studio hasn’t even started yet. I’ll transfer the remaining 300 thousand to you, plus two months of interest. Would a total of 330 thousand work?” she said.


    “Ms. Schultz, you quite generous now. It would be rude of me to refuse,” Joshua replied.


    He sent Xylia his bank ount number. Once she received it, Xylia quickly made the transfer. After Joshua confirmed he received it, he started chatting casually with Xylia.


    Wearing headphones, Xylia hung her grandmother’s painting on the bedroom wall while talking to Joshua.


    “How’s it going? Are you getting used to living with the Sadler family?” he asked.


    “It’s fine. My brothers are all very kind to me,” she replied, though she still needed time to fully adapt to life there.


    Joshua’s eyes darkened. “Give me your address, and I’ll send you a medicated patch.”


    “Rachel gave me one before I left,” she said.


    “She has changed the form again and asked me to send it to you,” he added.


    Xylia was puzzled, Rachel could have just asked for her address to send it directly, without needing to go through him. But she didn’t question him further and gave him her address.


    Joshua also told Xylia about the recent situation with Connor and Tessa.


    Xylia didn’t show much of an emotional reaction. From now on, she wanted nothing to do with the Ford or Schultz families.


    After hanging up, the butler knocked on her bedroom door. Xylia opened the door, and the butler smiled at her. “Mr. Sadler has returned. You…”


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    Before the butler could finish, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. “Xylia!”


    Xylia turned toward the sound, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Leon?”


    Leon, still dressed in an elegant suit, his makeup still intact, and his hair stiff with gel from the travel, looked a bit disheveled from his journey.


    He stood before Xylia, breathing heavily, with a smile on his face and excitement shining in his eyes. “Xylia, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Leon Sadler, I’m your third brother.”


    Xylia’s eyes grew wide as she stared at Leon, her mind racing with memories of their previous encounters. No wonder she had always felt that Leon had been looking at her strangely and helping her all the time.


    Seeing her silent, Leon assumed she was upset and quickly exined, “I meant to meet you in Jupiton, but the situation at the time was unusual. I wanted to know if you were living well, so I kept it a secret.


    “<b>If </b>you’re upset, just hit me or tell me what you want. I’ll get it for you. Just don’t be angry and don’t ignore


    me.”


    Xylia looked at Leon, her brows furrowing slightly. It wasn’t so much that she was angry, but she didn’t like being deceived.


    However, since Leon was her idol and he was standing there, eagerly looking at her, she couldn’t bring herself to be mad. “I’m not angry.”


    “I’m d to hear that.” Leon quickly took Xylia’s hand and pulled her downstairs. “I brought you a gift. Come take a look.”


    Xylia was pulled upstairs by Leon. On the third floor, there was arge room with venttion on all sides. The moonlight poured in through the windows, illuminating the room even without the lights on.


    There was a bookcase along the wall, arge desk, and an easel with a stool beside the bed.


    Leon turned on the light. The light made the furnituree to life–the solid wood bookcase and desk, the wooden floor, and the cab near the door filled with paints. It was a well–designed andfortable room, perfect for a designer.


    “When I was in Jupiton, I knew you liked drawing design ns. I had designers work overtime to renovate this studio for you. Do you like it?” Leon asked.


    Xylia nodded slightly, deeply touched. “But how did you know I liked fashion design?”


    Seeing how much she liked the room, Leon couldn’t hide his joy. He proudly lifted his chin. “I have my ways.”


    He said it mysteriously, but Xylia had already figured it out. She remembered posting a design drawing on her Instagram before. Maybe Leon had seen it there.


    Leon suddenly put his arm around Xylia’s shoulder, gently pushed her into the studio, and began showing her theyout.


    “The bookshelf and the books were picked by Kaden. He always thought his taste was more refined, and he


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    asked many design industry experts for advice. These books should be helpful to <i>you</i>, so take a look.


    “These paints and brushes were bought by Cyrus. He had a patient whose family is full of colorists. They have a wide variety of paints, which are perfect for you.


    “Hudson is yful, and he picked out themp and snacks in the cab. Cyrus bought those snacks because he’s a foodie. Feel free to help yourself if you’re hungry.


    “As for me…” Leon smiled mysteriously and led Xylia to the spacious desk.


    The desk was covered in drawing tools and sketches, with a photograph in the center. Leon picked up the photo and looked at Xylia. “This is our family portrait.”


    Xylia’s eyes widened as she stared at the photo reflected in her pupils.


    The photo showed nine people–two elderly figures in the middle, with a couple standing behind them, both smiling happily. The woman was holding a very young baby, and four young boys stood on either side.


    The woman was dressed in a hospital gown, her face pale but still smiling sweetly. It was obvious that both she and the baby had been photoshopped into the picture. Everyone’s face was filled with joy.


    Leon exined, “This photo was taken when you were born. Mom held you and took the picture. After you went missing, we inserted this photo into the family portrait, so it looks like you were never gone.”


    Xylia’s gaze lingered on the four adults in the photo. These were her parents and grandparents. They were her true family in this world. Sadly, she would never see them again.