For days, Queena had refused to leave her room, doing nothing but cry, which left George and Teresa heartbroken.
The moment Yvonne walked through the door, she saw George in the living room, his eyes blazing with fury.
“You worthless girl! You finally decided to show your face!” he roared, snatching a teacup from the table and hurling it at her.
As always, it missed.
Hearing the commotion, Teresa hurried down the stairs. Seeing Yvonne, her expression turned cold and disapproving. “Yvonne, you went too far this time. A fortune in assets, and you just gave it away without even discussing it with your father and me. We understand you want to do good, but why did you have to target Queena? She’s being blacklisted by the entire industry. Her future is ruined.”
“Is it? What a shame,” Yvonne said with an indifferent shrug, bypassing Teresa and heading up the stairs.
Just as she reached her bedroom, the door to the adjacent room flew open with a bang. Queena emerged, looking haggard and worn. Apparently, being the target of a nationwide hate campaign wasn't easy.
“Yvonne, I know you’ve always hated me!” Queena shrieked. “You hate me for taking your place, for Mom and Dad loving me more, for Matthew Gonzalez loving me! If you hate me that much, then maybe I should just die! Would that finally make you happy?”

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