The False Heiress Strikes Back

"This is my cat." I stubbornly refused to back down.

It has nothing to do with Jone. I've raised this cat for two years.

I could leave everything else behind, but asking me to give up Lucky was impossible.

"Eden just got home and doesn't understand much. She just likes the cat. Why can't you give it to her?"

"Our family has treated you well. Besides, all of these things should rightfully belong to Eden."

My mother frowned at me, her face full of disappointment.

I let out a bitter laugh. Indeed, there isn't a single thing in this house that belongs to me.

Even the kitten I raised is not mine.

And neither am I.

Eden impatiently reached out to grab Lucky, lifting the cat by its tail.

"Stop it!" I hurried forward, trying to take Lucky back.

A cat's tail has cartilage. Lifting it this way could cause a fracture!

Lucky cried out in pain, leaving a scratch on Eden's arm before she angrily threw it against the wall.

I stood frozen, watching as the small, soft body slid down to the corner, blood spilling from its tiny mouth.

I dropped my luggage, carefully cradling it in my hands.

The kitten's wet eyes gazed at me, it whimpered twice before breathing its last.

Tears that I had held back for so long finally poured out.

Ignoring the blood on my hands, I grabbed whatever was within reach and hurled it at Eden.

Why? Why couldn't she even spare a small kitten?

I never wanted to steal her life. Why blame me for everything?

What did I do wrong?

"Enough! It's just an animal. What more do you want? Get out of our house!"

Hearing these words from the mother who once loved me, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

Not only was the kitten an animal, but I was too, wasn't I?

Today, it wasn't just the kitten that was abandoned, but me as well.

I tilted my head back, trying to stop the tears, and wrapped Lucky in my coat, picking up my luggage and walking out.

"I'm done owing you," I said.

"You're a family. I won't disturb you anymore."

Once soft and warm, Lucky was now slowly stiffening in my arms.

Finally, I had become utterly alone.

As I stepped out of the Green family's gate, I saw Jone leaning against his car, seemingly waiting for someone.

He noticed the bundle in my arms, blood seeping through, and his expression froze.

"Eileen, what are you doing?"

I looked at him expressionlessly. "Isn't this what you all wanted? I've finally gotten what I deserve."

I've lost my family, my love, and the only kitten I had.

Jone walked up and grabbed my chin.

"Eileen, your temper is really unlikable. You're no longer the eldest daughter of the Green family, yet you're still so arrogant, aren't you?"

My chin ached from his grip, but I couldn't break free.

"Yes, you must have had a hard time trying to please me and my bad temper. Now you can finally be with your beloved Eden, so why don't you just go and fawn over her?"

As I was forced to tilt my head, the pain in my lower abdomen intensified.

Jone suddenly raised an eyebrow, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmured.

"You're not a wealthy heiress anymore. I suppose you're not very well-off now, are you? Twenty thousand a month—will you come with me?"