For days, Queena had refused to leave her room, doing nothing but cry, which left George and Teresa heartbroken.


    The moment Yvonne walked through the door, she saw George in the living room, his eyes zing with fury.


    "You worthless girl! You finally decided to show your face!" he roared, snatching a teacup from the table and hurling it at her.


    As always, it missed.


    Hearing themotion, Teresa hurried down the stairs. Seeing Yvonne, her expression turned cold and disapproving. "Yvonne, you went too far this time. A fortune in assets, and you just gave it away without even discussing it with your father and me. We understand you want to do good, but why did you have to target Queena? She''s being cklisted by the entire industry. Her future is ruined."


    “Is it? What a shame," Yvonne said with an indifferent shrug, bypassing Teresa and heading up the stairs.


    Just as she reached her bedroom, the door to the adjacent room flew open with a bang. Queena emerged, looking haggard and worn. Apparently, being the target of a nationwide hate campaign wasn''t easy.


    "Yvonne, I know you''ve always hated me!" Queena shrieked. "You hate me for taking your ce, for Mom and Dad loving me more, for Matthew Gonzalez loving me! If you hate me that much, then maybe I should just die! Would that finally make you happy?"


    After her tirade, she mmed the door and locked herself back in her room.


    “Queena! Queena, open the door! Don''t do anything foolish! Please, don''t scare me like this!" Teresa pounded on the door, her voice trembling with panic.


    “Queena has barely eaten these past few days. She''s lost so much weight," a maid chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "With all this online bullying, what if she really can''t take it anymore?"


    George''s face was ashen. He yelled for someone to get the spare key while ring at Yvonne. "You wretched thing! If anything happens to Queena, I''ll never forgive you!"


    Teresa looked at Yvonne with profound disappointment. "I told you, Yvonne, that you and Queena are both my daughters and Wout love you equally. Why can''t you just ept her? Do you have any idea how ugly your jealousy is? If I had known it would be like this, I never would have brought you home."


    "Mom? Dad? What''s going on?" Jeffrey, just home from a long shift at the hospital, looked at the chaotic scene with a weary sigh.


    "It''s the inte," Teresa sobbed. "They won''t stop attacking Queena. She''s so sensitive and fragile, how can she possibly handle it? She''s locked herself in her room... I''m so afraid she''ll do something terrible.”


    Jeffrey pinched the bridge of his nose, his gaze on Yvonne turning cold and resigned. "Before you came back, this family was peaceful. But ever since you arrived, it''s been one disaster after another. There hasn''t been a moment of peace. Yvonne, I have an apartment not too far from the academy. I want you to move there as soon as possible. You can live in the dorms during the semester and stay at the apartment during breaks. Other than holidays, I don''t want youing back here."


    He was determined to make her leave, and Teresa, her own mother, clearly agreed. Wiping a tear from hereve, she sighed Yvonne, it''s not that this family won''t ept you, it''s that you won''t ept Queena. It''s better for everyone if you move out."