Yvette said politely, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chappell."

Zane chuckled softly, knowing his audience. He wouldn't accept thanks. "Ms. Zeller, it's part of my job. No trouble at all."

They exchanged a few more words. Zane informed Yvette that Janice had awakened in the hospital, demanding to see Bonnie, refusing to cooperate otherwise. However, Janice couldn't maintain her stubbornness. She'd told the truth herself, and witnesses corroborated her statements. Furthermore, evidence had been gathered overnight in Normis. Any wrongdoing would leave a trace; the law was thorough, and escape impossible.

Yvette hung up, turning to Bonnie, who was enjoying her pork ribs. Raising an eyebrow, Yvette said, "Janice wants to see you."

Bonnie paused, finishing the last rib. She nodded calmly, her voice soft but resolute. "I will go, Yve. It's the right thing to do."

Yvette's expression remained unchanged. "Alright. Let Andrew go with you. I'll wait for your return. There will be a large dinner."

Bonnie paused, confused. A large dinner? Who's making it? Emmett, Charles, Andrew, and Samantha—none of them cook.

Yvette pursed her lips. "Jeremiah will be back soon. He's cooking."

Bonnie understood. Without Yvette, she'd never have a meal cooked by Jeremiah. Emmett and the others, upon hearing the news, were equally excited and incredulous.

Bonnie put down her fork, grinning and scratching her head. "If Jeremiah is cooking, I'm definitely coming back on time. This opportunity might never come again."

Yvette nodded, tracing the rim of her cup. Casually taking an orange segment, she popped it in her mouth. "Fine."

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Janice, bandaged and disfigured, grasped the gravity of her situation—police guarded her room. She hadn't expected her impulsive words to land her in jail. She couldn't understand how Yvette's single statement had led to her arrest. What is she, exactly?

Even now, Janice believed she was blameless, faulting everyone else.

As Janice stared out the window, Bonnie and Andrew arrived. Zane had warned the police, so they weren't stopped.

Andrew took Bonnie's hand, patting her head gently. "If you need anything, I'll be right outside," he said softly. Bonnie reassured him, "Don't worry. We need to resolve this." She opened the door.

The door creaked, Janice stiffened, turning. Seeing Bonnie, her eyes darkened with malice.

Bonnie closed the door, walking to the bedside, calmly sitting.

Janice's voice was sharp. "How dare you show up? Why didn't you stop Yvette? You've ruined me!"

Bonnie hid a bitter smile. Facing her so-called sister, her heart was calm.

She said, "Janice, do you think Grandma was unfair because I was born 'special' while you were born a day earlier? You thought if you'd been born later, you'd be the 'special' one, right?"

Janice's face twisted with fury. "Yes! Because I was born first, I'm ordinary, and you're special. What makes you so special? You're a disaster! Mom died giving birth to you!"

Janice's words were like a sharp sword. She wanted Bonnie to break, to despair. To bring her down with her.

But Janice was wrong. Bonnie stared calmly—far calmer than expected.

Janice couldn't believe it. She screamed, "Why aren't you crying? You killed Mom! You should be suffering! You should despair!"

Bonnie remained calm. Previously, those words might have broken her, but time with Yvette had strengthened her. She had learned to face hurt. These words no longer broke her; they revealed Janice's true nature.

Bonnie locked eyes with Janice. "You haven't read Grandma's will, have you?"

Her tone was certain. Janice sneered, "What's so special about it? More useless talk about us supporting each other? I hate you, and I hate Grandma more."

Bonnie walked forward and slapped Janice with all her strength.

Janice reeled, holding her face. "How dare you hit me?"

Bonnie sat, her tone indifferent. "Grandma's will says you're not my real sister."

Janice's eyes widened. "Impossible! You've gone too far! How could you say I'm not your sister?"

Bonnie ignored Janice's outrage. "You're not my sister. Grandma found you in an old well. You know the village rules. You were our neighbor's daughter, and because you were a girl, they threw you in the well. Grandma found you just before you died. Mom was about to give birth, so Grandma lied, saying we were twins. If not for my timing, I would have died. Now, do you still think Grandma was unfair?"

Janice shook her head violently, her voice hoarse. "That's not true! You're lying!"

Andrew, hearing Janice's cries, rushed in. He saw Bonnie standing calmly, Janice clutching her head, looking distraught. What had happened?

Bonnie looked at Janice coldly. "You say Grandma was unfair, but she made every meal to your liking. She stayed up late making your clothes. According to village rules, you shouldn't have gone to school. Grandma begged Holden, using my status, to secure your place. She gave you everything since childhood."

Janice's mind clouded, the pain worsening. She saw her grandma's kind face.

Finally, Janice broke down, covering her ears. Bonnie gave her a cold glance, turning and walking away. She pitied her grandmother for raising such an ungrateful child.