As for the necklace, it was a gift from Travis. A small, unremarkable trinket from a village market. The pearl had long since faded, and the chain was tarnished and dull. Yet Sheena had treasured it like a precious heirloom.
She held onto it because when Travis gave it to her, he had declared with unwavering conviction, "This is our token of love. Sheena, wait for me. I promise to make you the happiest bride in the world!"
Perhaps because the necklace was so old and cheap, it was the only thing that Jasmin hadn’t bothered to destroy. But now, Sheena didn’t want it anymore.
She slipped the necklace into her pocket, thinking that no matter how worthless it was, it was still a gift from Travis. Since she didn’t want it anymore, she should at least return it to him before leaving.
With that thought in mind, Sheena fell into a restless sleep.
When she woke up, Stephen’s furious face was looming over her. "Sheena, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?"
Her leg had throbbed all night, leaving her with a splitting headache. She had no energy to deal with him.
Her silence only fueled Stephen’s anger. He grabbed her and dragged her out of bed, pulling her all the way to the dining room.
Once he roughly threw her to the floor, he shouted again, "Look at what you’ve done!"
Sheena glanced at the empty dining table, utterly baffled as to what he was so enraged about.
Just then, Jasmin walked in wearing a pretty princess dress, covering her mouth in a mock surprise, "Sis, why didn’t you make breakfast for us?"
'Ah, so that was it.' Sheena thought.
In the past, Sheena had bent over backward to please the Brooks family. She had carefully observed everyone’s preferences, waking up three hours early every morning to prepare breakfast for them.
But today, she hadn’t done it.
Jasmin pouted, pretending to be upset. "But I love the breakfast that sister makes the most."
While comforting Jasmin, Stephen turned his fury back on Sheena. "You know perfectly well that Jasmin loves the breakfast you make, yet you deliberately didn’t cook today. How could you be so cruel?"
So it was all about breakfast—something entirely inconsequential to anyone else.
Suddenly, Sheena couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh? But in five days—no, four now—I’ll be sent to the Wilson family to bear their punishment. Will you drag me back from there just to make breakfast for you?” Sheena indifferently retorted.