Josh had thought he could snatch Helen back home now that she had left the Morgans. He didn't expect his hopes to get crushed so quickly. He could only let out a howl of frustration, baring his teeth. Just as he was about to start complaining, his eyes caught a glimpse of Helen's room on his screen, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. "Holy crap! Helen, are you … at home right now?" Josh's voice cracked from shock. "No way! Helen, that lamp behind you—isn't that custom-made from Yarovia? And those curtains … damn! And the decor!" He craned his neck at the camera, practically gasping. "That painting on the wall … and those ornaments … Any one of them costs more than a million!" If those were genuine, Helen's family would be unimaginably wealthy. Even the Parkers couldn't compare, despite being one of Veridia's top three elite families. "Insane, Helen! You ditched those dumb Morgans and just turned your whole life around!" Honestly, just with Helen's family wealth, she could easily screw the Morgans a thousand times over. But just thinking about how the Morgans would react when they saw Helen's real family was ten thousand times richer than theirs filled him with a weird sense of joy. "Helen, spill it! Who are your real parents?" Helen didn't answer. Her voice stayed lazy. "You need something?" "Not really." Josh gave a cheeky laugh. "Royal Court opened a new VIP section. Come hang out with us! The guys all heard you left the Morgans, and we want to celebrate you leaving the Morgans. No more cleaning up after those losers." Helen thought for a second. "Alright." "Great! Helen, send me your address. I'll pick you up tonight!" Josh ended the call, thrilled. At that moment, there was a knock on her door. Helen opened it to find Wendy standing there, holding a jewelry box covered in diamonds and wearing her sweetest, most affectionate smile. "Helen, hope I'm not bothering you?"Helen narrowed her cool eyes, folding her arms and looking at her lazily. "If you've got something to say, just say it." Her distant, impatient attitude made Wendy freeze for a second, but she kept her smile in place. "You just got back, and as your sister, I wanted to give you a little welcome present." She handed over the jewelry box. "These are birthday gifts from Mom, Dad, and our brothers over the years. I picked out a few that I thought would suit you." She smiled warmly. "Now you'll have gifts from Mom, Dad, and the boys too. Hope you like them." It sounded sweet enough, like Wendy honestly wanted to get closer to her as a sister. But it was clear she was showing off—Look how much the Walcotts love me. I have everything you don't. "Thanks, but no thanks," Helen said, not wanting to waste another second. She turned to go back to her room. Wendy's smile froze again, her fingers tightening on the box.Seeing Helen about to shut the door, she rushed forward, eyes suddenly red with tears, voice trembling, "Helen, did I upset you somehow? I really just want to get along. I don't want to feel like an outsider in my own home." Her teary voice made her look even more pitiful. Helen just stared at her with icy eyes. "You know exactly what you're doing. I'm not here to play along." Her blunt words struck a nerve, but Wendy tried to keep up her elegant front. "Helen, how could you say that about me … " "Wendy." Helen's cold voice cut her off. She gave Wendy a long, unreadable look. After so many years with Rebecca and Alexander, it was natural they'd grown close. She remembered the worried look on Rebecca's face when talking about Wendy. So she gave a warning, "For Mom and Dad's sake, as long as you behave yourself and stay out of my way, you'll always be the Walcotts' heiress."Behave? Always be the Walcotts' heiress? Wendy thought those words stung more than anything. To her, it was simply a threat. It was clear that Helen wanted her out of the Walcotts for good. Wendy's face twisted, but she forced herself to smile. "Helen, thanks for letting me stay in the family. I'm sure I'll win you over someday …" She didn't get to finish. Helen's gaze lifted, her voice cold as ever. "I need to rest. Please go." She knew exactly what kind of fake b*tch Wendy was. The dismissal made Wendy bite her lip. "Okay. Get some rest."