Elaine shoved his hand away and looked up at him, her eyes icy and emotionless, "It's not hard to say the word "Jay." It's just hard to say it to you." After spending so much time in the quick transmigration world, Elaine had learned to let go of a lot of things. If Jay refused to recognize her as his sister, then she certainly wasn't going to beg for his approval. Jay confusedly glared at her, "What do you mean by that?" Elaine's response was cold and direct, "It means exactly what it sounds like." Jay was speechless. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment? How have I managed to make things so bad that she can't even call me by my name? Elaine's frustration was evident as she sighed, "Are we going or not?" Jay shot her one last angry look, then glanced at the clock on the dashboard. With a resigned sigh, he started the car. If this dragged on any longer, he'd miss the surgery. That brat! She looks like Mom in appearance, but her attitude screams Dad. The ride was quiet, and neither of them spoke. The car finally pulled into the hospital parking lot. "Elaine." Elaine reached for the door handle, ready to get out, but Jay stopped her. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, his fingers lightly tapping it—a hand that had saved countless lives. His elegant movements contrasted with the coldness of his words. "Call me Jay, and I'll make sure your friend gets special treatment. What do you think?" "No need," Elaine replied immediately, unfazed. Anna's condition was stable and required only regular check-ups, she does not any special favors. That brat, Jay hissed silently. I even offered her a chance, but she refused it! Is she really set on opposing me? Without another word, Elaine got out of the car and walked away, leaving Jay in silence. ... Meanwhile, as Alora was a rising star in the entertainment industry with the Currans' support, she was overwhelmed with offers. After venting her frustrations to Maya, she had used a shooting schedule as an excuse to leave the Curran's Residence, but instead of going to the set, she headed to a hotel to rest for the day.She hadn't slept a wink the night before, and her dark circles were terrible. Her skin was dry and needed a break. She couldn't go on like this. She chose the Majestic Harbor Hotel, a luxurious six-star hotel owned by the Wilson Group, simply because it was close to Terry's location. As soon as she entered her room, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, her face lit up with surprise. Standing outside wasn't just anyone—it was Ryan. Terry's personal assistant, Ryan. His words held as much weight as Terry's own. "Ms. Alora." Ryan's expression was emotionless, his voice void of warmth.Alora stepped aside politely, "Mr. Ryan, please come in." Ryan didn't acknowledge her courtesy. He remained standing at the door, his face impassive. "No need, Ms. Alora. My boss has a few things for me to tell you. I'll leave once I'm done." "Terry?" Alora smiled sweetly, "Okay, go ahead." Ryan's tone grew colder, "Ms. Alora, please know your place. You're just the Currans' adopted daughter. Don't fool yourself into thinking you could ever become Mrs. Wilson. You're not on the same level as Ms. Elaine." Alora's face lost all color as she processed Ryan's words. She stood shocked frozen, "Did Terry say that?" Ryan's reply was chilling, "It's what the boss wanted me to tell you." Alora's eyes widened, and tears threatened to spill, "So ... Terry chose Elaine over me?"How could that be? Elaine grew up in the countryside, and she didn't even finish high school before entering the entertainment industry. She clings to male stars for attention and is constantly ridiculed online for being fake and desperate. Meanwhile, I am the Currans' jewel. I attended prestigious schools, raised with grace, and is a role model for the elite in Nonduria. So, how could Elaine possibly compare to me? How could Terry ever choose her over me?