Chapter 227
Leon’s words made Joshua and Jamar’s expressions shift. The last bit of self-delusion they had been clinging to was completely shattered. They couldn’t help but wonder—if this had happened to Phoebe, how would she have reacted? She would have most likely gone to plead with their parents herself. And if that didn’t work, she probably would have gone outside to kneel alongside Cain. That was the old Phoebe. The Phoebe of today would probably just sneer and tell Cain, “Serves you right.”
But the problem was—comparisons were inevitable. And when they put Phoebe’s actions side-by-side with Sienna’s, Sienna’s so-called concern felt painfully shallow.
Jamar let out a sigh. “Yeah, if she truly cared, she wouldn’t just say it and then tell us to go plead with Dad instead. No matter what happens, she doesn’t get scolded—only us. But she still gets all the credit for showing concern ‘for’ Cain, making herself look kind and caring.”
He continued. “Now that I think about it, I can’t help but remember the first episode of the show. I ate those dumplings she made, got food poisoning, and ended up in the bathroom all night. She acted all worried on the surface, but she didn’t even stay with me. The next morning, she completely forgot about me. I had to drink oatmeal that the production crew made. But back then, when I just had a mild stomachache, Phoebe would personally make herbal meals for me. She even reminded me to eat on time and, for a while, she would bring homemade meals to the company for me.”
He laughed self-deprecatingly. “Damn, how blind was I not to see Phoebe’s kindness back then? There really is no pain like the pain of comparison.”
Joshua also felt a wave of bitterness. “You’re right. Even setting aside the whole situation where she threw me under the bus, just look at how she handled my sore throat. Phoebe used to brew herbal remedies for me, make throat lozenges, and remind me not to drink—or at least to drink less. But what did Sienna do? She asked if I needed medicine. I said no, and she never brought it up again. Not once did she check in on me afterward. And yet, we never hesitated to take care of her.”
His voice turned sorrowful. “Remember that time we went on a trip, and she suddenly got a fever? The car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and there was no way to get a ride back to the city. Cain, Jamar, and I took turns carrying her for dozens of kilometers just to get her to a hospital. And yet, when we get sick—what has she ever done for us?”
They hadn’t thought much of it before. But now that it was being brought up, it really did sting.
Leon added, “So now you both finally see her for what she really is. As for the whole ‘luck’ thing, I believe in it. You guys can believe whatever you want. But if you end up getting your luck drained by Sienna, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Joshua and Jamar responded in unison, “Got it?”
After giving them his warning, Leon reminded them not to tell Ollie, Cain, or their mother. Then, he went off to find their father.
Job turned to Jamar and said, “For the next episode of the show, you’re the only one left to watch Cain’s disaster unfold.”
Jamar groused, “Can I just not go?”
Earlier, he had asked Leon if he wanted to join the show for fun, only to get a massive eye roll in response.
Joshua raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that’s an option? You’re a regular cast member—there’s no way you can escape.”
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Jamar was initially ready to give up, but he intended to join the next episode. So he called Ollie, who wasn’t home yet, and casually asked if he wanted to. Ollie’s response? “Not interested.”
Jamat looked at Joshua with envy. “Man, you’re lucky. At least you get…this.”
At this point, going on a live reality show felt like walking straight into a… But he had already committed to all three episodes. The only reason Sebastian agreed to let him bring Sienna along was because of that deal. If he suddenly refused to go, his reputation in the industry would take a nosedive. So even if he wanted to, he couldn’t back out.
Jamar hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you think that whole borrowing luck thing is actually real?”
Joshua frowned. “I don’t know. It seems unlikely. The idea that luck can be transferred just by saying the words…it sounds too superstitious.”
“And Sienna’s never asked us for anything like that before.”
Jamar nodded. “Yeah….It probably isn’t that extreme.”
But despite their skepticism, they weren’t entirely convinced either.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Leon took Elliot out for a walk. Finding a blind spot where there were no security cameras, he quietly relayed everything to him.
Elliot’s expression darkened. “It looks like we’ve been targeted and manipulated from the very beginning,” he said grimly. “If that’s the case, then Phoebe’s disappearance all those years ago wasn’t an accident. No wonder, no matter what we did, we couldn’t find her?”
They had filed a police report, offered rewards, and spread missing person notices through family and friends. But if someone was pulling strings in the background, it would explain why all their efforts had been in vain.
His gaze turned icy. “Someone was definitely sabotaging us from the shadows.”
Leon nodded. “It’s highly likely that Phoebe was handed over to human traffickers. She was just lucky enough to have run into Percival, or else she would have ended up being sold into some remote village. If that had happened, who knew what kind of horrible life she would have endured?”
Just thinking about it made Leon feel sick…
Back then, they had treated Phoebe so unfairly. But now, she wanted nothing to do with them.
Who could have imagined that Phoebe’s disappearance had been orchestrated?
Gridding his teeth, Elliot muttered, “We have to put an end to this. We won’t let them get away with it. I’m sending Cain abroad. He needs to be kept away from Sienna. If he… there was no telling how much damage Sienna would do to him.”
He’d knelt outside, he had a bold aptitude, completely oblivious to the danger he was in. The simplest way to fix it was to separate them. The same thing…
Dern, however, snarked. Honestly? Letting Cain suffer at Sienna’s hands might actually wake him up. Phoebe said the same thing. He then reiterated what Pluerfir had told him.
Elliot thought about it for a moment and found it reasonable. “Alright, then let him go to the next episode of the show,” he agreed.
His eyes narrowed. “Your turn, Ollie—pulling him out?”
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Cain had gotten far too complacent.
Leon grinned. “Don’t worry, Dad—I’ll make sure it happens.”
Cain was officially trapped.
Back in her room, Sienna lay on her bed to rest. After such a long flight, she was exhausted. But as she slept, she had a terrifying dream. She was walking through a pitch-black corridor with no exit. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find her way out. Fear gripped her chest as breathing became increasingly difficult—like she was drowning.
Finally, she jolted awake, gasping for air. The dream had felt too real; it took her a long time to calm down. But just as she sighed in relief, she noticed something—more dark spots had appeared on her hands.
Panicked, she rushed to the mirror. Her skin had worsened. And at the corners of her eyes… fine wrinkles had started to appear. Her eyes widened in horror. Her luck was draining again. But why!
Reynard had told her before—as long as she could steal Phoebe’s luck, her own fortune would only keep getting better. The more the Jenkins family truly loved and doted on her, the more stable her luck would be. And if she could explode in popularity in the entertainment industry, amassing tens of millions—or even hundreds of millions—of fans, her luck would reach unimaginable heights. Her beauty would continue to grow, her charm becoming more and more irresistible.
But if the luck she absorbed weakened or disappeared… she would suffer backlash. And it wouldn’t just make her unlucky—it would shorten her lifespan. Once her luck fell below a critical level, the effects would show on her body—her skin would darken, her beauty would fade, spots would appear on her hands, wrinkles would crease her face. She would age rapidly, becoming uglier and older.
Sienna didn’t want to grow old or lose her beauty. Clutching her mouth to suppress a scream, she felt panic gripping her chest. She had to find a way to replenish her luck—fast.
Then, she remembered that method. She had originally planned to use it later, but now… She couldn’t afford to wait any longer.