After Divorce, I Tore Apart My Scumbag Ex and His Sister

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Yaakov didn't go to work for several days, just to stay at home and take care of us.

Under his arrangements, Yana was well taken care of at home, and her personality gradually became more cheerful. She also became more familiar with me in front of Yaakov compared to when we first met.

However, the one thing I couldn't understand was that she never called my name.

It made me start to wonder if she hadn't fully accepted me yet. But every time I expressed this concern to Yaakov, he would reassure me, saying, "She might not be used to it yet, and she has been living abroad for a long time, so she's not familiar with you. Don't be too picky with her. She's just a kid. I will talk to her about it."

But at twenty-three years old, could she still be considered a kid?

I had almost recovered from my illness, and it was time for me to return to work at the company. Just as I was about to leave, I happened to come across Yana in the living room. I walked over and greeted her, but she didn't respond to me.

Wendy, who was standing nearby, approached and reminded her. Only then did she turn around, smiling at me and saying, "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

But I could feel the impatience in her eyes.

"It was so loud, I heard it..." Another maid nearby spoke up quietly.

Whether she was intentional or not, I didn't care. All I could do was fulfill my responsibilities and take care of her until she recovered, and then she could disappear from my life.

I still maintained a kind expression and said, "I'm going to the office now. Take good care of yourself at home."

She gave a polite smile and turned her wheelchair away, unwilling to say another word to me.

Her attitude was quite interesting, friendly towards me in front of Yaakov, but lacking even basic patience when we were alone together.

It seemed she didn't know that if it weren't for me, she wouldn't even have the opportunity to stand here and throw tantrums at me.

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When I came home in the evening, I heard Yaakov's voice saying, "Be more gentle."

I followed the sound and walked towards the guest room. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw a doctor crouching down, preparing to massage Yana's calf. However, as soon as he touched her, she gasped and tightly bit her lip, showing signs of intense pain.

Yaakov, who was standing aside, frowned and blamed the doctor for being too rough.

Yana clung to his clothes, looking at him with a pitiful expression, saying, "Yaakov, I'm scared of the pain..."

He pursed his lips, sighing helplessly. "Let me do it."

Then, he knelt down on one knee, gently placing her leg on his own knee, and carefully followed the doctor's guidance to massage it. I had never seen this side of him before, even when I was sick, he had never been so gentle and meticulous.

At that moment, a smile started to spread across Yana's face.

"I didn't expect you to be more professional than the doctor." I pushed open the door and walked in, maintaining a smile on my face despite feeling displeased.

This was a skill I had developed over the years in both the family and business circles. The more turmoil in my heart, the more I needed to display a calm and composed demeanor.

When Yana saw me, her smile froze on her face, and Yaakov also stopped his actions, looking at me with surprise.

"You're back." She put on an innocent expression again.

"Weren't you supposed to call me when you're done, so I can come pick you up?" Yaakov stood up and calmly approached me.

I smiled and waved my phone in the air. "I called you already, but your phone was turned off."

He raised an eyebrow in astonishment and asked incredulously, "Really?"

Then he patted himself all over, searching for his phone. At that moment, Yana lifted his phone and said, "Yaakov, you forgot. You left your phone with me earlier."

Then she glanced at me apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Yaakov was too busy taking care of me and didn't have time to check his phone. It's my fault for not noticing that it was turned off, and I apologize for any inconvenience it caused you."

After saying this, she lowered her head in self-blame.

I could see through her manipulative act easily.

I shrugged indifferently, took Yaakov's hand, and scolded him playfully. "You didn't even answer my calls. I'll teach you a lesson tonight."

He rubbed my nose with a smile, and replied with a smile. "Whatever you want to do, Madam."

I glanced at Yana and saw her looking at us with a strange smile, her fists clenched tightly.

My gaze turned cold.

As a sister, she had crossed the line.