“I already asked Cyril about it. After we go back, the talent test will be fair and just. No one will receive any special treatment.

Maybe Maria doesn't even have any talents, and she'll be a member of the lowest class in no time."

Vivian nodded and gave her father a small smile back. She felt a little better upon hearing that.

“Speaking of that so-called talent test, I think it'd be easy if I can just find someone to tamper with the results. I'm willing to risk anything as long as she'll suffer."

“That's going to be hard," Bill replied.

“Cyril told me that the matriarch is the only one who has that kind of authority."

There was a mysterious manor in the outer suburbs to the southeast of Broome.

Its architectural style was simple and grand at the same time, with only the finest materials and craftsmanship devoted to its outer walls and gates. One look at this manor, one could already tell that the family heritage of whoever lived here was extraordinary.

Just like the big families in ancient times hundreds of years ago, there was a plaque hanging by the main entrance. Engraved in it were three powerful words: Jenkins Mansion.

At the deepest part of the manor, there was an old lady wearing elegant clothing and expensive jewelry, showcasing her wealth.

“How long will it take for those children to come?" the old lady asked slowly. Her voice was dry and parched like two twigs rubbing against each other. Whoever heard it was sure to have goose bumps prickled all over their body.

“Don't worry, Ma'am. They're coming soon," a plump, decently dressed woman assured her with a smile. "They're descendants of the exiled ones. The fact that you're willing to summon them back is truly a show of great kindness."

The appearance of the old lady suggested no hint of kindness.

She was short in stature, with wide eyes and a jutted mouth. When she heard those words from the woman beside her, she let out a shrill Laugh.

“Well... They all belong to the Jenkins family and some are indeed very talented. It'd be a pity to let them struggle with their Lives outside. I just took these children back and Look after them for the good of our family in the long run. I'm sure they'll be contributing to our prosperity."

The plump woman nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, you're right. They're all descendants of sinners, and you're now giving them a chance to redeem their sins. That's why I think you're so generous and kind, Ma'am."

“Well, it's getting a Little cold. Let's go back inside."

As she spoke, the old lady stood up.

Suddenly, they heard a young girl's wail from under her.

This was unbelievable!

It turned out that the old Lady had just taken off her shoes and socks. Then, she let a young teenage girl Lie cold on the floor.

She then put her feet inside the girl's clothes to warm them with the girl's body temperature.

“Stop whining! Now help her Ladyship put on her socks and shoe: the plump woman scolded, her face turning cold. She barked an order at the young girl lying on the ground, whose clothes were tattered and worn out.

The girl's jaw slacked as she stared helplessly at the plump woman. There was a look of hurt and defiance burning in her eyes. Despite that, she still endured it.