Chapter 6

Sometimes, Kylie really couldn't understand why Lana didn't like her. When she was one year old, Lana took her out to play. Due to a moment of negligence from Lana, human traffickers had kidnapped Kylie. It was said that back then, Lana was devastated, heartbroken, and so guilty that she even attempted suicide several times. No one wanted to see her fall into such despair that Jonathan Murphy, Kylie's dad, went to an orphanage and adopted a girl, hoping she could accompany Lana and distract her. That girl was Charlotte. When Kylie was 19, she was found and brought back. By then, Charlotte had already lived in this home for a full 18 years. She had never thought that returning to this family meant she had to replace Charlotte's position in the hearts of her family, but why couldn't they give her even the most basic trust? Was she destined to be emotionally estranged from her own kin for life? The wound on her forehead throbbed faintly, but her heart hurt more. Despite Kylie's forehead being wounded, Lana didn't even utter a word of concern. In her heart, there was only Charlotte. She didn't know how long it took before she finally calmed herself down. Taking out a mirror from her bag, she suddenly made a firm decision when she saw how haggard she looked. Sniffing, she wiped her tear-streaked face before starting the engine and driving off. … In the afternoon, Kylie received a call from Isaac, answering, "What is it?" Hearing her rather indifferent tone, he frowned. "Grandma wants us at the Grant residence for dinner at 6:00 pm. Meet at the usual place," he uttered, getting straight to the point. Hearing this, Kylie couldn't help but let out a cold chuckle. The "usual place" he mentioned referred to the foot of the hill beneath the Grant residence. Rachel often invited them for dinner, but Isaac had never once picked her up. Each time, he made her wait at the foot of the hill at the appointed time to ride up together in his car. That way, Rachel would think they had arrived together. In the past, Kylie willingly compromised and played along with him, but this time… "No need. We'll head there separately," she responded coldly before ending the call. Isaac was shocked. Did she just reject him? Someone else in the room had overheard the conversation since the office was quiet. The man teased, "Wow, I didn't expect that she'd actually turn you down." He had striking features and sported messy maroon-dyed hair in a classic playboy perm. Sitting beside Isaac with one leg crossed over the other, he radiated a carefree and unruly vibe. He was none other than Isaac's younger brother, Tobias Grant. Isaac put away his phone and turned to look at him, asking flatly, "What are you doing here?" Tobias straightened up, looking expectant. "I saw Cody's status. Did Ella come back?" "Yeah." Tobias smiled. "Finally! It's been two years!" He paused for a moment, then looked at Isaac again. "So, what are you going to do about your relationship with her? You two were such an enviable couple back then! If Kylie hadn't barged in, you guys might've already been married by now. "If you ask me, you should just divorce Kylie and marry Ella. You've known each other for so many years. And if Ella hadn't saved you from the fire back then, you'd probably be dead. Just for that alone, you should've pledged yourself to her!" Isaac couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. "Kylie has already signed the divorce papers," he stated plainly. Tobias was stunned. "What? How could Kylie possibly agree to divorce you? She loves you so much." Isaac's expression didn't change at all, but a trace of cold mockery flickered in his deep, dark eyes. What Kylie loved was his money. Before Isaac could respond, Tobias continued on his own, "But honestly, it's good that you're divorcing her. Grandma forced you to marry her in the first place. You never had any feelings for her." Not wanting to discuss the topic any further, Isaac stood up and walked out. "Let's go home." Tobias followed closely behind. … As soon as Tobias' car drove into the Grant residence, the sound of a rather harsh engine revving came from behind. Hearing the sound, Tobias excitedly said to Isaac, "Isaac, stop the car!" Isaac brought the car to a stop. Tobias immediately opened the door and got out. He could tell it was no ordinary machine, just from the engine sound. He was curious to see who it was. In the distance, a black heavy motorcycle was heading toward them. With a screeching halt, the bike stopped at the entrance of the villa. Then, the person kicked down the kickstand, which landed firmly on the ground. Tobias walked over curiously. As he got closer, he realized the rider was actually a woman. She wore a black studded leather jacket on her upper body. Her long, straight legs were wrapped in black skinny pants, and she had a pair of black biker boots on. The woman reached up and took off the black helmet on her head. Holding the helmet in one arm, she casually tossed her silky hair. The haze-blue hair glinted dazzlingly in the sunlight. Matched with a princess-cut hairstyle, she looked both fierce and stunning. Tobias was visibly and utterly amazed. However, when he saw the woman's face, he was completely stunned. He pointed at her with a look of disbelief. "Y-You…" Perhaps he was too shocked, but Tobias stammered without managing a full sentence. The woman lazily turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes carrying an air of superiority. "Kylie!" Tobias shouted. Kylie didn't respond. With a cool movement, she got off the bike and strode toward the villa confidently, still holding her helmet. As she passed by him, she didn't even pause for a second. She walked straight past him as if he didn't exist. Once Tobias snapped out of his daze, he rushed over to Isaac, exclaiming in disbelief, "Isaac! Did you see that? That was Kylie! It was actually Kylie!" Isaac narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unreadable. Opening the car door, he got out and uttered flatly, "Let's go." As the two entered the villa, they heard Margaret questioning Kylie in a raised voice. "Kylie, w-what are you weaning? And your hair… This is utterly improper! What are people going to think about us if they see you like this? No well-bred woman looks like you!"