"The reason I fought with Bryan was entirely to help our family rise from this dilemma. I've just returned to the family and haven't been the Whitewood heiress for long—I certainly don't want to end up as a fallen one so soon. If the Whitewood Family thrives, so do I. Don't you think I'm right?" Seraphina said with a calm smile, her gaze meeting Oberon's from across the room. Had she only stated the first part, Oberon might have found her words disingenuous. However, the sincerity in her final sentence gave weight to her argument. People were often like that—flowery flattery rarely convinced, but blunt honesty was usually trusted—and remembered. Her goal was simple. She wanted Oberon to believe she wouldn't act against the Whitewood Family's interests. She needed his complete trust. Every move she had made, past and present, was aimed at this goal. Once she had his faith, she would dismantle the Whitewood Group from within, turning everything they relied on into nothing but illusions. As for the situation she had just mentioned, it had indeed occurred in her previous life. The Hall Family had used their connections in Pearlpoint to safeguard the land, and the Whitewood Family had reaped massive profits. Oberon's thoughts shifted entirely from the fight between Seraphina and Bryan to the truth of her revelation. "You're right. Leave this matter to me. I'll handle it. And make an effort to spend more time with Evelyn," Oberon finally said, his tone both commanding and expectant. He studied his poised daughter thoughtfully. If Jason becomes interested in Seraphina and the Whitewood Family forges a marriage alliance with the Drakon Family from Pearlpoint, no one in Pyrin will able to rival us. His gaze softened as he looked at her. "Do you have enough money on your card? I'll transfer fifty thousand to you. A young lady must always look her best. Tomorrow, I'll have my secretary send over some new clothes."Seraphina's eyes remained cold. His manipulative schemes and selfish ambitions were transparent to her. Inwardly, she mocked him. This was the same cold, heartless father who, in her past life, had sent her into the hands of a twisted man to secure his gains. Now, as she drew closer to the Drakon Family, he was trying to calculate again. Disgusting! The hate was overwhelming, and she felt an urge to crush his skull beneath her hand. "Okay." She waved her hand nonchalantly, stood up, and stretched. "I'm tired, so I'm going to rest now." "Alright. My dear daughter, if there's anything you want or need, be sure to tell me," Oberon said tenderly, his rare warmth evident in his voice. Seraphina didn't reply. She waved her hand and walked away, leaving him with the cool sight of her retreating figure. The more Oberon looked at her, the more satisfied he became. He thought of the daughter he had meticulously raised for sixteen years, but all he could feel was disdain. No matter how much effort I put into raising a child who isn't my own, she will never live up to my expectations. Downstairs, Linara, eagerly awaiting Seraphina's embarrassment, noticed the silence and felt a pang of unease. She had tossed and turned all night, and when she came downstairs the next day, still bearing dark circles under her eyes, she was taken aback to see her father treating Seraphina with such warmth. "You like congee, right? From now on, I'll have the kitchen keep it warm for you 24 hours a day," Oberon said kindly. Linara stood there, dumbfounded, unable to believe her eyes. Why? She couldn't understand what Seraphina had said to Oberon to avoid punishment and earn better treatment. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure it out. "Dad, Mrs. Hall wants Seraphina to go to the hospital and apologize to Bryan. What do you think about that?" Linara, unwilling to let go, softly reminded Oberon that the Hall Family was not ready to let this matter rest.