Grace paced back and forth in the living room, her face etched with worry. David sat on the couch, holding a sobbing Josephine in his arms. Thomas stood by the window, his fists clenched tightly.
"What were you thinking, Josephine?" Grace cried, tears streaming down her face.
"How could you get involved with such dangerous people?"
Josephine sniffled, burying her face in David's chest.
"II didn't mean to," she whispered.
"How did you owe them?"
"I…waaa five million pounds but it was because the Hewsworth family forced me borrow money mum my adoptive parents were awful to me," Josephine said and Guinevere who wore her nightgown it showed off her white legs she chuckled this girl is blaming the family that raised her so much. That family is her biological family the Hewsworth family.
A tea cup was thrown straight at Guinevere.
"Look at her your biological family forced our daughter to do!" Grace shouted. Guinevere sat down she pressed her lips together and then spoke up for her biological family.
Guinevere stood up, her green eyes flashing with anger as she faced Grace.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," she said calmly, despite the rage simmering beneath the surface.
"The Hewsworth family never forced Josephine to do anything. They took her in, gave her a loving home, and provided for her every need. And this is how she repays them?"
Grace's eyes widened in shock at Guinevere's bold statement.
"How dare you!" she shouted, advancing on Guinevere.
"You ungrateful little"
Guinevere held up a hand, silencing Grace instantly.
"I may be an 'ungrateful little fake,' as you so lovingly put it," Guinevere said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She turned around and walked straight toward her room she shut down. Her system had been dealing with something lately. She opened her phone.
Buzz
Spicy Noodles: You changed the time this time we did lose our innocent so cool!
Guin: Okay?
Spicy Noodles: Cough cough just cultivate for this half of month
Guinevere did not mind that she wanted to sleep and be lazy.
Guinevere tossed her phone aside and collapsed onto her bed, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. The events of the day had taken their toll, both physically and emotionally.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the chaos that had consumed the villa. But even in the silence of her room, Guinevere's mind raced with thoughts of revenge.
Guinevere had a long dream and the dream was about a guy but she could not see his face or what he looked like all he could hear was him shouting before exploration happened. The exploration from her past life sigh forget it she doesn't know the person.
Guinevere saw Hannah walking inside and she told Hanna to not bother for the next half of month she will be cultivating.
Hannah nodded understandingly, knowing that Guinevere's cultivation periods were sacred to her.
"Of course, Guinevere. I'll make sure no one disturbs you," she said softly, before quietly exiting the room.
Guinevere settled back onto her bed, closing her eyes as she began to meditate. She focused on her breathing, letting it fall into a steady rhythm as she emptied her mind of all thoughts and distractions.
Slowly, Guinevere felt the energy within her begin to stir. It flowed through her body, strengthening her core and cleansing her aura of negative emotions. With each passing moment, she grew more centered and powerful.
Days turned into weeks as Guinevere remained locked away in her room, dedicated solely to her cultivation. The villa fell into an eerie silence, the usual bustle of servants and family members replaced by an unsettling stillness.
Meanwhile
After half month later Josephine felt so much better she was treated like princess but when told two of her servants to mess with Guinevere what they got a magic barrier shooting them away whatever Guinevere was doing it annoyed Josephine she wanted to masked Guinevere jealous but that girl face is always stone cold! Expressionless!
But not only that Josephine became friends the daughter of the Smith and Gray and these two girls hated Guinevere so of course when Josephine sighed when the asked about her relationship with Guinevere smiled and she sat her tea down and touched her face Charlotte Smith has blonde hair and green eyes, while Mary Gray has short brown hair light brown eyes.
"Do you really want to know?" Josephine asked as she shook her head.
Charlotte and Mary leaned in eagerly, their eyes wide with curiosity. They had heard rumors about the tension between Josephine and Guinevere, but they wanted to hear the truth directly from Josephine.
"Yes, please tell us," Charlotte urged, her blonde hair bouncing with excitement.
Josephine sighed dramatically, as if the mere thought of Guinevere was a burden.
"It's just... she's always so perfect," she said, her voice dripping with envy.
"She's beautiful, intelligent, and talented. And everyone loves her. It's frustrating."
Mary nodded sympathetically, reaching out to squeeze Josephine's hand.
"That must be difficult for you," she said.
"But surely there must be something about her that bothers you? Something that makes you feel superior?"
Josephine hesitated for a moment, considering Mary's question.
"Well she is not a real heiress of the Blackwater family oh gosh oops," Josephine said as she covered her mouth just a small seed she planted but she did this on purpose.
The room fell silent for a moment as Charlotte and Mary processed Josephine's slipup. They exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with intrigue and malice.
"What do you mean she's not a real heiress?" Charlotte asked slowly, leaning forward.
Josephine bit her lip, realizing she had said too much. But the damage was done, and she couldn't take it back now.
"II shouldn't have said that," she stammered, trying to backpedal.
"It's just... rumors. I've heard things about her past."
Mary's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Like what kind of rumors?" she pressed.
Josephine hesitated, knowing that once she spoke the words, there would be no turning back. But the temptation to tarnish Guinevere's perfect image was too great to resist.
"There are whispers that she's... not even a Blackwater," she said quietly, her voice barely audible.
"That she was adopted from some poor family. That she's only pretending to be one of us."
Charlotte and Mary gasped dramatically, their hands flying to their mouths in shock.
"If that's true..." Mary began, her voice filled with excitement and disgust.
"That means we could expose her. But Josephine you like Madam Grace," Mary said. Josephine so happy of course she should like mother and father is the true heiress.
"You guys can't say anything," Josephine said acting like she cares but she wanted rumors so spread quickly in York City path Guinevere is a fake.