Time flew. Gwen was now in college, and I was nearing eighteen.

I saw Kyle again at my coming-of-age party.

He stood behind the Chambers, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, looking as handsome as any celebrity.

But the light in his eyes was gone. He radiated an inescapable weariness.

Seeing me in simple casual clothes, he forced himself to walk over, chin slightly raised.

"Look at you, so shabby. It seems that madwoman Gwen has made your life miserable."

Before the words faded, Gwen's icy voice came from behind. "Who did you call a madwoman?"

Kyle froze in terror.

The trauma of his past life made him instinctively terrified of Gwen. His voice trembled. "S-sorry... I misspoke."

Gwen ignored him, turning to drape a hand-knitted cashmere shawl over my shoulders, her eyes glistening. "Happy birthday, Leo. I made this myself."

"You're going abroad soon. Call me if you miss me. I can visit anytime." She hugged me tightly. "If you don't like the dorms, I'll buy you an apartment near campus, and hire a chef..."

I gently refused. "Gwen, I want a normal college life. Don't worry, I'll take care of myself."

Gwen smiled through her tears and nodded, going to greet other guests.

Kyle finally snapped out of it, grabbing my arm excitedly. "How could she... How could she be so nice to you?"

I smiled faintly. "She's my sister. Isn't it normal for her to be good to me? Aren't Mr. and Mrs. Chambers good to you?"

That seemed to hit a nerve.

He grabbed his hair, sinking to his knees in collapse. "Why... How is this possible..."

Suddenly, the Chambers called out, "Kyle! Director Monroe is here! Come quickly!"

Kyle shuddered, casting me a pleading look.

I sighed and spoke up. "Uncle, Auntie, I haven't seen my brother in so long. Could we have more time to talk?"

The Chambers, mindful of the Graysons' status, reluctantly agreed. But Mrs. Chambers pinched Kyle viciously. "Don't keep Director Monroe waiting too long, or... you know the consequences!"

Once they were gone, Kyle slumped into a chair.

I looked at him, amused. "What? Life not treating you well?"

He lunged at me, tearing at my clothes. "You're faking it! Gwen couldn't possibly be nice to you! You must be covered in bruises, right?!"

Seeing his frenzy, I knew he'd tasted the Chambers' "superior upbringing."

In my past life, the Chambers tortured me nearly to death.

Study, study, study. Endless studying.

Piano, calligraphy, painting, equestrian, taekwondo...

Tutors lined up one after another.

Apart from eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom, I had maybe thirty minutes of rest a day.

The worst part? They saw this torment as a privilege.

They kept meticulous accounts, waiting for the day I'd repay them double.

In my past life, on my eighteenth birthday night, they pushed my lifelong agony to its peak.

That night, I was forced to... "entertain" three "sponsors" in their fifties.

It was a living hell.

An indescribable humiliation..

Kyle, of course, knew nothing of this.

Now, watching him frantically pull at my clothes, I knew he'd only experienced the tip of the iceberg.

"Why?! Why isn't Gwen abusing you? You should be covered in wounds!"

He screamed, losing control. "Everyone says the Graysons treat you badly! How could you possibly be better off than me?!"

His agitation aggravated an injury on his arm, making him gasp in pain.

I watched him coldly.

"What chose your path both times, and both times it ended badly. That just proves how spectacularly incompetent you are."

Kyle suddenly stopped crying, shock spreading across his face. "You... you were reborn too?"