Chapter 29

Lemira stood firm, her mind set on leaving the mansion permanently.

Alaric scoffed. “Fine, get out then! I’d love to see how well you do without the Langston fortune backing you!”

Lucian intervened, “That’s enough, Alaric.”

“Lucian, Lemira was the one who wanted to leave first! She’s turning her back on our family!”

Alaric’s eyes were bloodshot; his anger was palpable. He had already swallowed his pride, yet Lemira still wanted to go. Was she waiting for him, her brother, to beg for forgiveness?

Evelina quickly interjected, “Alaric, calm down. Lemmy’s joking. If she doesn’t want to tutor me, it’s fine. We have a private tutor, and I’m perfectly happy.”

Alaric glared fiercely at Lemira. “Look how considerate Eve is, unlike you. Have you ever reflected on your actions, Mira?”

“Alaric, let’s go. I need to ask you about some game moves.”

Evelina glanced at Lucian. “We’ll be going then, Lucian.”

“Go ahead.”

Evelina’s understanding nature softened Lucian slightly. She wasn't originally a Langston, yet she sacrificed her grades for team training and always diffused family conflicts. Compared to Lemira, Evelina seemed infinitely more sensible.

Lucian looked at Lemira with disappointment. “Don’t take Alaric’s words to heart. You’re still a Langston.”

Lemira replied calmly, “I think it’s best if I move out.”

Lucian’s expression darkened. “Lemmy, what do we need to do to return to those happy days?”

The way things used to be? Lemira felt a wave of fatigue. She lacked the energy to respond; only disappointment remained.

With a forced smile, Lemira said, “That’s not possible.”

After her curt reply, she went to her room. She wouldn't, as in her previous life, give her all only to be ignored and abandoned. Never again.

Following this incident, Lemira and her brothers entered a period of strained silence. She, however, relished the peace, free from their interference.

Soon, the team’s revival match arrived, scheduled for Saturday. Evelina had been absent from school for days, claiming illness, but Lemira knew she was preparing for the competition. Lemira’s own routine remained unchanged.

Lucian approached her, offering a match ticket. “There’s a game this afternoon. You should come and support them.”

Lemira responded indifferently, “Got it.”

Her unconcern, especially compared to Evelina’s dedication, disheartened Lucian further.

“Lemmy, one day you’ll understand we only mean well.”

Lucian left without further comment. Lemira’s disgust at his words ruined her appetite. She put down her utensils; the desire to move out intensified.

She picked up the ticket, deciding to go. She wanted to witness Alaric’s team’s failure firsthand without her contributions. She photographed the ticket and messaged Orion: [I’m going to the match this afternoon; won’t be online.] They planned to game together that weekend.

Orion replied instantly: [Okay.]

As he replied, Thaddeus tried to peek at the conversation. “Let me see! Why so secretive?”

Orion glanced at him. “Nothing better to do, huh?”

“Why so serious? You could compensate her for your guilt. Why stick around her constantly?”