Selina's complexion was ashen, her Lips devoid of color.

She lifted her gaze to Kyson, a faint shimmer of hope dancing in her eyes.

“Kyson, have your parents softened at all?"

The hope flickering in her eyes forced Kyson to avert his gaze.

“Dad wants you to Leave our home."

The command hit Selina like a physical blow, draining what Little color remained from her face.

Did Mr. and Mrs. Moreno hold no affection for her whatsoever?

Now that their own daughter had returned, did they view her as nothing more than a stand-in they wished to discard?

Ever since her childhood, she had bent over backward to please them.

Could they have truly forgotten?

Their coldness cut through her.

Selina's breaths came in harsh, rapid gasps.

To be cast out from the Moreno household signified a complete severance of ties.

She would no longer be cherished within the Moreno family.

The privileges she'd once enjoyed were slipping away.

She was about to be thrust back into the life of an ordinary civilian!

A tumult of anxiety, unease, fear, and panic churned within her, sending her blood racing.

Her breaths grew erratic, and she collapsed.

“Selina, can you hear me? Someone help!"

Kyson's voice spiked with alarm, summoning the servants.