Evelyn watched Jason feed Seraphina. She felt a sting of jealousy knotting in her chest. How could he be so biased? Was it possible that he only had eyes for Seraphina and was completely ignoring his own niece, who was beautiful, gentle, and kind? Clearing her throat loudly, Evelyn attempted to get his attention, hoping that her presence might remind him of her existence. Her uncle, completely oblivious to her attempts, continued on with his feeding, his focus solely on the hamster. Evelyn could hardly believe it. Was this really happening? Her uncle was ignoring her as if she were invisible. Frustrated, Evelyn considered speaking up, ready to say something that would force him to acknowledge her. But just as she was about to open her mouth, a cold, piercing gaze swept over her.It was like an icy dagger piercing her resolve. Her breath caught, and she immediately felt a chill run through her. Forget it, she thought. Maybe it would be better to just mind her own business and eat. Her shoulders slumped as she silently retreated to Dora's side while grumbling silently. She knew when to step back, but before she could completely distance herself from the situation, someone else made their move. Myles approached, his female companion at his side. "Mr. Drakon, how are you?" he asked. As Myles' gaze briefly flicked over Seraphina, he paused for a moment, his eyes widening in silent admiration. She was young, yes, but already so strikingly beautiful. In a few years, when she fully matured, she would undoubtedly be an enchanting woman.Myles felt a surge of temptation stirring within him, but he hesitated. He knew better than to act on it. It was clear that this young woman was someone Jason had his eyes on, and that alone was enough to make Myles cautious. Jason's mood darkened at the interruption, and his eyes flicked back toward Myles with a sharp edge. Then, a subtle shift in the atmosphere swept through the room. It wasn't something immediately noticeable, but there was a palpable tension, an undercurrent of something far darker. Seraphina was looking at Myles coldly. The sight of him filled her with hatred and a burning desire for revenge. Myles! The name reverberated in her mind, bringing back memories from her past life. In her previous life, it had been this very man who had tortured her mercilessly. The Whitewood Family had sold her to him, using her as a means to raise money. He was useless, a man of no real power or influence, and yet he found pleasure in torturing women, drawing sadistic joy from their suffering. At first, she had refused to scream, to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. But that only enraged him further. His cruelty knew no bounds. He locked her in an underground room, one infested with rats. These rats, raised on human flesh, were vicious and fearless. He had wanted the rats to slowly gnaw at her until she died. For days, for weeks, she fought to survive, killing one rat after another. The only thought that kept her going was one single desire: to survive. Her body had been pushed to the brink, but her will remained unbroken. She remembered the moment when she killed the last rat when the constant battle for survival ended. It had been both a relief and a silent vow. Her vow to take revenge, to make those responsible pay. When Seraphina had escaped in the past life, Myles had been abroad, leaving her with one regret. She had not been able to make him suffer. But in this life, this time, she would make sure that regret would never exist. This time, she would make him pay. Her eyes, once cold, were now brimming with a bloodthirsty fury. They turned bloodshot, the intensity of her hatred overwhelming. She could barely contain herself. The desire to act was so strong and urgent. She was ready. Her fingers clenched slightly, and she fixed her gaze on Myles with a sinister smile, her resolve unwavering. Little by little, she would make him suffer.