Chapter 50
Chapter 50
“What about me…” Rachel mumbled to herself.
“What?” Joanne didn’t catch it and asked again, but Rachel didn’t respond.
Rachel took two stiff steps forward. She couldn’t believe they actually had the nerve to demand she design.
for Sophie!
So matter-of-fact! So shameless!
“Not happening!” Rachel shouted at Arthur’s retreating figure.
But Arthur completely ignored her, didn’t even pause, just walked straight out.
Nobody cared about her protests. Nobody listened.
Seeing Rachel’s unstable state, Joanne didn’t dare say more.
She still remembered Rachel’s previous breakdowns-they were genuinely terrifying.
Afraid Rachel might lose it again, she quickly led Sophie away, leaving Rachel alone in the dining room.
Suddenly, everyone had cleared out.
Rachel stood there as the chandelier light swayed in front of her eyes. She rubbed her temples, but the
frustration churning inside wouldn’t go away.
“Ahh-” She let out a cry, her body unsteady as she gripped the dining table for support. The force made all
the dishes clatter together.
A maid stood nearby watching her. Rachel took a while to calm down and dissipate most of her anger.
Seeing the maid still there, she had no choice but to go upstairs to her room.
After locking the door behind her, she leaned against it and took a deep breath.
The Leroix family were all insane. She had to find a way out of here!
The room’s furnishings were sparse. The cabinet that should have been full of trophies now sat completely
empty,
Rachel walked to the cabinet and opened the glass cover.
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“Click”-a sandalwood box fell out.
She crouched down, picked up the box, and opened it to find a stack of yellowed sketches. The top one was a drawing she’d made at seven called “Spring Banquet,” with “Rachel” written in crooked letters in the bottom right corner.
Now that name was blacked out, with “Sophie” written in red pen beside it.
She smirked mockingly.
Talk about shameless. Sophie was completely obsessed with claiming everything that belonged to her!
And she’d actually succeeded-family love, romantic love, identity, Sophie had stolen it all!
Rachel looked at the yellowed sketch, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it in the trash.
Reaching deeper into the cabinet’s far corner, she felt something hard.
She pulled it out-a spare key!
She’d put it there ages ago, thinking it was useless and just tossing it in. Never thought she’d actually need it
But after so much time, the key had some rust on it. She wasn’t sure if it would still work.
After wiping the dust clean, she carefully inserted it into the lock and gently turned right.
After years of disuse, the key was stiff.
It wouldn’t turn right, so she tried left. That didn’t work either.
Rachel was getting impatient, but this was her only way out!
She gripped the key again, wiggling it left and right. This time it moved!
The lock clicked softly. She quietly opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway, lit only by dim night lights in the corners.
Her heart pounded with excitement, the sound echoing in her ears.
At this hour, the Leroix family should all be in their rooms resting, so nobody would be wandering around.
But she didn’t dare waste time-she just wanted to get out fast.
She checked her pocket to make sure she had all her documents, then jogged toward the main entrance.
Her phone had been confiscated by David, but she’d have to abandon that. Getting out was the priority.
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Never expected coming back once would lead to house arrest. She was never coming back again!
“Where are you going so late?”
Rachel froze, slowly turning around.
The room wasn’t lit, so she hadn’t seen anyone in the living room!
David sat in a black robe that blended with the surrounding darkness.
He held an unlit cigar, just sitting on the sofa like he’d been there for hours.
“I…” Rachel instinctively stepped back.
She couldn’t find a good explanation.
David chuckled softly, his mood unreadable: “You still think the Leroix family has wronged you, so you wan
to leave?”
Rachel bit her lip, trying one last explanation: “Dad, I just wanted to…”
“Wanted what? To leave the Leroix family?” David cut her off. “Where exactly do you think you can go?”
Rachel wasn’t flustered by the interruption. Getting angry wouldn’t solve anything now. She just wanted to
have a real conversation with David: “I’ve been very cle
I have design talent, and I want to enter Maëlys’s studio competition. With or without this family, I can
, just fine.”
“Design talent?” David sneered. “Your talent was cultivated by this family from childhood. Without the
Leroix family, there would be no you today. Rachel, you should learn gratitude, like Sophie.”
Like Sophie…
Those words felt like a stab to Rachel’s chest. She thought of all those designs credited to Sophie, and herself standing in corners during award ceremonies.
“So what’s my value to this family? Being Sophie’s ghostwriter so she can shine on stage?”
Rachel looked at him, wanting an answer, but David ignored her question.
She laughed bitterly. Of course-in their eyes, her just being alive was enough. How could she compare to Sophie’s importance?
“Come back with me.” David stood up, pocketing the unlit cigarette. “That scene you caused at the funeral embarrassed us in front of the whole city. I won’t pursue that anymore, but don’t cause any more trouble in the future. No need to give people more to gossip about.”
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Rachel didn’t move.
“I said, come back with me.” David’s voice turned cold. “Or would you prefer I call the staff?”
Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Knowing she couldn’t escape, she sighed in resignation: “Fine. I’ll come back with you.”
David nodded with satisfaction and headed upstairs.
Rachel followed behind him, her shoes making soft sounds on the floor.
The apartment building.
It was already 10 PM, and Rachel still hadn’t returned.
Nicolas irritably flipped through a few pages of documents before tossing the folder aside and picking up his phone to call Rachel again.
The same familiar electronic voice answered-
“Hello, the number you have dialed is turned off. Please try again later.”
