He heard that Ariel had fallen down the stairs and had a big scar on her face.
Gabriel came home late at night, belatedly heard the news of Ariel’s accident, and stressed to servants that they should take good care of her.
The air in the house grew dim. However, Filina remained unconcerned in this atmosphere and read a book in her bedroom.
She could hear the footsteps of the servants bustling around outside, but she just flipped through the book nonchalantly as if it didn’t bother her in the slightest.
A small knock sounded in the quiet bedroom.
“Sister, it’s Bruno.”
Filina answered without taking her eyes off the book.
“Come in.”
Bruno heard her voice and stepped in the bedroom, remaining silent for a moment.
Filina sipped the chamomile tea that Laura had made for her without taking her eyes off the book.
The only sound in the desolate air was the sound of her setting down the teacup.
Filina asked in a casual voice,
“What can I do for you?”
Bruno’s expression hardened as he watched her, looking very disappointed that she didn’t look at him.
“…Ariel is badly injured.”
Only then did Filina’s beautiful eyes turn to him. She smiled faintly through her dry gaze at Bruno.
“So what?”
She spoke coldly, and Bruno bit his lower lip gently. In the silence, Bruno’s heavy voice spread.
“How can sister be so insensitive?”
He curled his hands into a tight grip and continued to speak in a suppressed voice.
“Is it because Ariel is not your real sister?”
Filina smiled chillingly at Bruno’s words with a look of amusement on her face .
“Are you unhappy that I’m not worried about Ariel?”
At her question, Bruno lowered his gaze and spoke in a low voice.
“…From the start, sister didn’t like Ariel very much.”
“…”
“And I know you don’t like me either.”
Bruno stared at her with cold eyes while Filina, who was staring at him, said with a light smile.
“It’s a relief that you know it well.”
Bruno’s face turned cold at her words. Filina, who was watching him with a cold stare, tilted her head at an angle.
“Do you want me to be nice to you?”
Bruno did not answer. As if to mock him, a thin laugh escaped from between Filina’s lips.
“Do you really want me to be nice to her? Without even a single drop of blood mix?”
“I’m just…”
Bruno tried to excuse himself to Filina with an angry look on his face. But she interrupted him and spoke in a cold tone.
“Too greedy.”
“Sister.”
“Your parents’ attention is enough. If that’s not enough, then deal with it. But don’t ask for my affection.”
