Chapter 2 The Cunning and Wicked Half-sister

A heavy pain flashed through Alsa's icy gaze.

She couldn't swim and had been underwater longer than Kyra. Now, just after waking up, no matter how much anger she felt, she simply didn't have the strength to vent it.

"You truly are despicable."

Kyra let out a cold laugh.

"But if I hadn't done this, would you ever understand what it means to let go? You're the one who keeps clinging to Elvis!"

"Kyra, do you have any limits?! Everyone knows Elvis is my fiancé! Do you take everyone for fools?!"

Kyra laughed, her laughter unrestrained, her body trembling with amusement.

"And yet... dear sister, don't you think that, in the end, they really are fools?"

"..."

Alsa was momentarily speechless, only staring at her coldly.

Kyra was right-everyone truly was foolish!

Such clumsy and underhanded tricks, yet people kept believing her unconditionally.

It was as if they loved Kyra so much that even if she tripped over herself, someone would still rush to adore her.

Fools.

Fools, all of them!

Including herself.

"What? Still not willing to admit defeat, sister? Then..."

Kyra's expression suddenly changed. Her face turned weak and pitiful as she stepped closer to Alsa, reaching out to grab her arm.

"Sister, it's all my fault..."

"Don't touch me!"

Sensing her approach and the sudden shift in demeanor, Alsa felt nothing but disgust.

She instinctively lifted her hand to block Kyra's reach, refusing her touch.

But Kyra stumbled back, staggering dramatically. The thermos cup in her other hand fell to the ground with a loud thud!

Water splashed everywhere!

Her weak, pitiful voice suddenly rose.

"Ah... It hurts!"

"Alsa, what are you doing?!"

A cold, harsh voice rang out behind her.

Alsa turned abruptly, only to see a figure already striding toward her.

Before she could react, she caught the sharp, ruthless glint in Elvis's eyes just before he shoved her aside.

Her already frail body slammed into the railing, a dull pain spreading across her waist!

Her face turned even paler as she gripped the railing behind her to steady herself.

Watching the scene before her, she felt nothing but the bitter taste of her own foolishness.

She had always known Kyra would stoop to the lowest tricks. Yet time and again, she still fell into her traps!

And Elvis-he wasn't a fool, but still...

"Elvis, it hurts..."

Hearing her voice, Elvis straightened up, his expression softening with concern.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the doctor."

He bent down and scooped Kyra into his arms, then turned his gaze to Alsa, his voice deep and firm.

"Go back to your room. I'll come see you later."

Alsa let out a cold laugh, her eyes full of mockery.

After Elvis carried Kyra away, she finally allowed herself a bitter smile.

Not far away, under a gardenia tree, an elderly woman sat in a wheelchair, silently watching the entire scene unfold.

"Mary, did you see all of that clearly?"

The old woman's sharp eyes remained fixed on Alsa's direction as she spoke.

Beside her, a woman in her fifties responded respectfully, "I saw it clearly, madam."

"Hmph, that little vixen and her pathetic, lowly tricks!" the old woman scoffed, her voice laced with disdain.

"But doesn't that also mean the other girl is even more foolish? She couldn't even outmaneuver such a cheap, clumsy scheme?"

The old woman shook her head, her eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Mary, you're wrong."

"Please enlighten me, madam."

"The other girl is too upright. Because she herself refuses to use such tricks-despises them, even-some things are simply beyond her moral boundaries, against her sense of human decency! That's why she could never imagine that someone could be so utterly shameless."

Mary nodded. "I understand now, madam."

The old woman studied Alsa for a long moment before saying,

"Still... this is quite disgraceful."

She pondered for a moment before continuing,

"But she does have a fine temperament and good character. Go and bring her to me. I want to take a closer look at her."

Mary hesitated slightly.

"But madam, the young master is about to arrive. If he sees an outsider in the garden..."

"What? He thinks he can defy me?!"

The old woman snorted, though her tone carried a trace of affection for her grandson.

Mary chuckled. "Alright, alright! I'll bring her to you right away!"

Just as she spoke, the iron gate between the two sea hibiscus trees let out a faint creak.