Recalling the humiliation and torment of her past life, all the compromises she had to make, Seraphina's body trembled uncontrollably. A searing hatred engulfed her, coursing through every fiber of her being. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Her dark eyes gradually turned crimson with fury. In her previous life, she had been nothing more than a fool in their eyes—a gullible fool they had deceived time and time again. She wasn't their daughter. So why had they brought her back to the Whitewood family to suffer through all that pain? She had no quarrel with them. Why had they tortured her so cruelly? She hated them. The hatred consumed her! She despised Oberon's hypocrisy and coldness, Chloe's sugar-coated venom, Linara's scheming cruelty, Aidan's ruthless malice, and Rowan's shameless betrayal... "Hahaha!" Seraphina let out a low chuckle, which gradually grew louder, echoing through the room until tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her manic laughter drew the attention of the staff around her. Alarmed, their eyes fixed on her trembling figure. Even from a distance, her fragile frame and the tears staining her face conveyed a sorrow and fury so profound that it made their hearts ache. The receptionist watching her from the waiting room sighed deeply. Though unaware of the exact issues between the girl and her parents, seeing someone driven to such a state painted a grim enough picture. Half an hour later, Seraphina stood up, walked to the trash can, and lifted the lid. With a loud rip, she tore the paternity test report in her hand into tiny pieces. Piece by piece, she shredded it, letting the fragments flutter down like snowflakes. "Oberon, Chloe!" she hissed under her breath. "I, Seraphina, will make sure you pay a thousand times over for what you've done!" Anyone in the Whitewood family who owed her a debt in her past life would pay for it in blood. As Seraphina exited the paternity test center, the sun hung low in the sky. The setting sun painted the heavens in hues of gold and crimson, but none of that beauty could reach her heart. She tilted her head back to gaze at the twilight sky, only to have her attention drawn to a massive screen on the street corner ahead. It was playing a promotional video for Whitewood Group on loop. Her gaze locked onto the gigantic billboard. The Whitewood family. Whitewood Group. She would make sure they vanished from Pyrin forever. When Seraphina returned to the Whitewood Estate, her expression was calm, showing no signs of distress. No one around her noticed anything amiss. She still greeted Ms. Cooke and the maids with a warm smile and exchanged polite pleasantries with Chloe. Her obedient and gentle demeanor left Chloe deeply satisfied. Watching the pleased smile on Chloe's face and the affectionate gaze she directed at her, Seraphina felt nothing but disgust. This was the warmth she had once desperately longed for. Yet now, seeing Chloe look at her this way only filled her with revulsion. Yesterday's test had already revealed the truth—Chloe knew everything. Oberon's stance, however, remained unclear. That old fox wouldn't be as easy to figure out as Oberon. ... The Next Day. Seraphina went to the stock exchange. While everyone else scrambled to buy more shares of the skyrocketing Cloud Inc. stock, she sold off her entire position. After deducting all expenses, she had made over six million in just a week. The stock market's windfall profits were indeed a double-edged sword—seductive but blinding. As Seraphina prepared to leave, Rowan suddenly appeared, stepping directly into her path. "Well, well, what a coincidence! We meet again," he said, his tone overly familiar as he casually greeted her. Seraphina looked at the man standing before her. A faint smile tugged at her lips, but deep in her eyes, a bloodthirsty glint flashed. Last time, she had allowed her hatred to cloud her judgment, causing her to forget something important. This time, she wouldn't let him get so lucky.