"So this is the kind of life the original owner used to live," Hazel Sinclair muttered, lounging on a soft, comfortable sofa.
Every part of the Sinclair Villa was an eye-opener, leaving her completely stunned.
It was the first time a poor wretch like her had ever seen such things. Filthy rich! Absolutely filthy rich!
The upper class could be described in two words: obscenely wealthy.
Just as Hazel Sinclair was marveling at the fact she could stay and enjoy the Sinclair family’s luxuries, the System’s cold, mechanical voice reminded her.
[Host, please do not become lost in this life of decadent luxury. Our mission is to acquire one hundred Disgust Value points, fake your death, and leave.]
[Host, please leave the Sinclair Family as soon as possible and return to Leon Sterling’s side. Then, you are to torment, humiliate, and curse him to your heart’s content, making the male lead feel disgust and contempt for you.]
Hazel Sinclair stood up and walked over to the room’s refrigerator. She opened it to find it fully stocked with all sorts of snacks and drinks.
It was as if someone knew she would definitely be back. Everything had been prepared in advance, just waiting for the mistress of the room to move in.
Casually grabbing a bottle of orange juice with no label, Hazel Sinclair twisted the cap off and brought it to her lips.
"Did the male lead do something to offend you guys?" Hazel Sinclair asked casually.
[Not at all.]
"Then why do you have to torment him like this?" Hazel Sinclair walked back to the sofa, lay down again, and asked in confusion.
[One must endure some hardship to become a business tycoon of his generation. How could he possibly reach that status without tribulations?]
As Hazel Sinclair was chatting idly with the System, the door to the room clicked open from the outside.
The door opened, and Caleb Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair walked in, one after the other.
Hearing the noise, Hazel Sinclair hurriedly sat up straight and hid the drink behind her back. After making several strange faces with her delicate, beautiful features, she settled on an angry expression.
When the two brothers walked in, Hazel Sinclair immediately shot to her feet, looked at them, and yelled, "Let me out of here, now!"
"What gives you the right to do this to me? You’re all a bunch of bastards!"
She had lost weight. Her once smooth, beautiful hair was now short and dry, and the clothes she wore were impossibly cheap.
Her hands, which were meant for playing the piano, were covered in calluses. Even her personality had soured.
On the way here, she had been cursing nonstop. That Leon Sterling was pure poison.
He had turned their delicate, sweet, adorable little sister into... this.
And who knew what kind of spell Leon Sterling had cast on her, making Hazel Sinclair unwilling to leave him, even wanting to suffer alongside him.
"Hazel Sinclair, look at you! Do you look anything like the young lady of a prominent family now? You’re coarse and vulgar, with nothing but profanity coming out of your mouth," Ethan Sinclair scolded her.
’Huh? Am I really that bad?’
Hazel Sinclair thought to herself, but her expression didn’t show it. Instead, she yelled, "What’s it to you?"
At the same time, she resorted to being unreasonable. "I’m not a child of the Sinclair family anymore. Mom and Dad don’t even want me. Why did you bring me back?"
"They’ll just be annoyed if they see me."
Hearing her words, the two of them frowned deeply. "How could Mom and Dad not want you?"
"What Father said that day was just out of anger. They never actually intended to kick you out."
Who would have thought she’d turn around, take her documents, and move out on her own? By the time they realized what had happened, Hazel Sinclair had already married Leon Sterling.
"Bullshit! Serena Sinclair told me that Mom and Dad hate me the most," Hazel Sinclair shouted at them, looking like she refused to believe them.
"Last year, I was thinking of coming back for the New Year to visit them. I asked Serena Sinclair if they were still mad at me, and she was the one who said they wished they’d never raised me," Hazel Sinclair said with great earnestness, her arms crossed.
Hazel Sinclair wasn’t making this up; Serena Sinclair had indeed told the original owner this.
The chat history was still on her phone.
But when the two brothers heard this, their brows furrowed. Serena Sinclair had told them that it was Hazel who hated them and refused to come back to the Sinclair home for the New Year.
Because of this, their parents had been full of regret, with their father constantly lamenting that he had spoken too harshly that day.
"Impossible. Serena said you hated them," Caleb Sinclair calmly refuted her claim.
Hazel Sinclair immediately took out her phone and found the chat between her and Serena Sinclair. Their conversation had stopped around the New Year of the previous year.
She handed the phone over. "You think I’d lie to you?"
"Anyway, I’m not staying here. When Mom and Dad get back and see me, they’ll definitely get angry again," Hazel Sinclair said, crossing her arms in frustration.
"I’m not going to kiss up to them just to get the cold shoulder."
With every word she spoke, Hazel Sinclair felt a pang of sorrow. This life of luxury was about to slip away from her again.
Her luck was just terrible. Even in this situation, she wasn’t fated to enjoy a life of comfort.
After the two brothers finished reading the chat history, their faces darkened instantly.
They had thought Serena Sinclair was on good terms with her, so they’d asked Serena to act as a messenger. That way, Hazel wouldn’t get angry at the sight of them and refuse them outright.
They never expected Serena Sinclair to do something like this—playing both sides against each other.
"Let me go back, now! I don’t want to be in the Sinclair house," Hazel Sinclair immediately started to cause a scene after seeing they were done reading.
’Having money but being fated to die is a special kind of torture.’
For now, she had to put aside all thoughts of wealth and luxury. Hazel Sinclair needed to get back to grinding for Disgust Value.
"You just stay put right here." Handing the phone back, Ethan Sinclair gave her a final warning before he and his brother left the room.
The moment they were gone, Hazel Sinclair collapsed onto the sofa, pulled the bottle of juice from her pocket, opened it, and continued drinking.
After a few sips, she couldn’t help but praise it to the System, "The drinks in a wealthy family’s house really are better than what you get outside."
"This texture, this flavor... it’s impeccable," Hazel Sinclair praised, taking another sip.
Even the System was a bit speechless. ’It’s just a bottle of fresh-squeezed juice, isn’t it? Is it really worth all that praise?’
’Acting like she’s never had juice before. What a country bumpkin.’
[You poor wretch. Even a measly bottle of fresh-squeezed juice can get this much praise from you,] the System couldn’t help but mock her.
When Hazel Sinclair heard it was fresh-squeezed, she hurriedly took a few more big gulps.
"I’m really living the high life now. A poor slob like me actually gets to drink fresh-squeezed juice."
Hazel Sinclair clicked her tongue, savoring the juice. ’No wonder there’s so much pulp,’ she marveled.
’This is the life.’
[Dumbass.] The System couldn’t hold back anymore and finally cursed.
The two brothers who had left went straight to the study. Three people were already sitting inside.
Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, along with Simon Sinclair. As soon as they saw their two sons return, they quickly asked, "Is she still angry?"
With grim faces, the two replied, "She thinks *you two* are still angry at her, which is why she doesn’t want to come back."
"How is that possible?" Mrs. Sinclair said hurriedly. "Isn’t she the one who’s been angry at us?"
"She never comes home for the New Year."
It had been three years. For three years, Hazel Sinclair hadn’t come home for the New Year even once.
Simon Sinclair, sitting to one side, scoffed. "I told you long ago you should have just dragged her back and locked her up."