Myra said, "Tomorrow, I'd like you to visit the Lawson family with me to clarify what happened last time. Licia, what do you think?"

"Alright," Felicia replied. She had no reason to refuse.

Soon after, Eugene arrived at the school entrance, and Felicia returned to the Fuller residence. During dinner, Dexter handed her a card and smiled. "Licia, here's your allowance for this month. There's five hundred thousand dollars in it. Feel free to spend it as you like. Let me know if you need more."

Felicia accepted the card, but had no intention of using it. One day, she would leave this family, which never truly felt like her own. She would return everything she had received.

Dexter, unaware of her thoughts, smiled and said, "Let's eat."

Across the table, Kayla looked surprised. "Wow! My card looks different than Felicia's. Mine is black—why's that?"

Felicia's card was a regular one with a fixed allowance. In contrast, Kayla's black card was linked to Myra and Dexter's main account, granting her unlimited access to funds.

Dexter coughed lightly, quickly changing the subject. Felicia remained expressionless.

Meanwhile, Kayla picked up a piece of bread. With her mouth full, she turned to Myra and said, "Mom, this still doesn't taste as good as yours. I remember when I was little and picky. You and Dad always made sure to cook something special for me."

Myra glanced fondly at Kayla, but then quickly looked at Felicia before replying, "Hurry up and eat, Kay. The soup's getting cold."

Kayla nodded but couldn't resist another glance at Felicia, subtly flaunting her privileged position. Whenever Felicia was present, Kayla would constantly evoke memories of their family, stories from a time when it was just the three of them—a subtle reminder that Felicia was the outsider.

But Felicia remained indifferent, much to Kayla's frustration.

Late that night, the house fell silent. After showering, Felicia sat cross-legged on her bed. Her mind drifted to the books she'd been reading in Clive's library. Possessing a photographic memory, she could recall everything she had ever read. With her eyes closed, she immersed herself in the material: meridians, acupuncture techniques, venomous creatures, and poisons.

As she focused, beams of flashlight flickered outside her window, vanishing quickly, followed by hurried footsteps. Felicia recognized the footsteps of the Fuller family's bodyguards. She wondered if they were pursuing a thief.

The Fuller residence was enormous, with a separate building for maids and bodyguards who worked in three shifts. While daytime duties were manageable, nighttime patrols were more extensive. The residence was also heavily secured with cameras. Unless the intruder was exceptionally skilled, sneaking in unnoticed would be nearly impossible.

Felicia opened her eyes and looked out the window. She saw the bodyguards patrolling. Someone had indeed broken in. "Not my problem," she thought, closing the window. But as she turned, every hair on her body stood on end.