Chapter 153 The Joy of Being Chosen

Scarlett’s light massage melted away Sophia’s fatigue, clearing her mind like a gentle bbreeze/b.

“Scarlett, tell me the truth,” Sophia said, eyes twinkling. “You didn’t make any major moves bin /bTrenwyn

because you were waiting for today, weren’t you? You wanted to take down the Joyner family bwith /bbyour /bown hands, didn’t you?”

Scarlett nodded solemnly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier… I-”

“Silly girl.”

Sophia pulled her onto herp and hugged her tightly.

Scarlett instinctively tried to wriggle free.

But she couldn’t.

So she let Sophia hold her.

She didn’t even know why.

There was a soft,forting scent on Sophia–a faint fragrance that put herpletely at easeb. /b

And almost instantly, she felt recharged, her whole body filled with strength.

“I figured you were a softie. That puts me at ease.”

It might not have been the perfectpliment-

But Sophia continued, her tone more serious now.

“At least you’re not someone who’d let herself be bullied.”

Scarlett’s heart trembled.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Back in the Joyner family….

Everyone thought she was a terrible person.

They constantlypared her to Reba, degrading her at every turn.

Eventually, she was branded as vicious, maniptive–abel that nearly crushed her.

That’s why she’d been forced to be obedient, to work herself to the bone for the Joyner family.

But here, with Sophia….

She could just be herself.

And being herself was something to be praised.

Chapter b153 /bThe Joy bof /bBeing Chosen

biSo /i/bthis… is biwhat /i/bit ifeels /ilike bto /bihave /ia mother.

bSomeone /bwho always watches over you.

Someone who gets angrier than anyone when you’re hurt.

bif /bshe finds out you’ve been bullied–her wrath could burn down the world.

Being protected like this–it felt so good.

Scarlett stopped struggling.

She let herself be held.

Until a knock at the door.

A line of attendants entered, carrying rows of clothing.

Only then did Scarlett gently pull away and sit back in her seat.

Hudson watched with a pleased smile.

“She really does take after you, Miss.”

Sophia raised her chin proudly.

“Of course she does. I gave birth to her.”

Both Hudson and Scarlett burst intoughter.

Then the attendantsid out Lane–familybeled jewelry and essories in neat rows.

Sophia brought it all over herself.

“You just got here. You don’t have anything yet. Take all of this home.”

She was going all in on the ceremonial vibe.

That way, Scarlett wouldn’t fall for some yellow–haired punk.

But she didn’t stop there.

She even called the bank and had a private ount opened for Scarlett–and immediately transferred ten million.

“This is your allowance for the month. If it’s not enough, tell me.”

Ten million. As monthly allowance.

The rich truly had no idea how poor people lived.

For a second, Scarlett felt like punching someone rich.

But then she remembered–ishe /iwas the rich one now.

Suddenly the world seemed so wonderful–why ruin it?

Chapter 153 The Joy bof /bBeing Chosen.

bAs /bbfor /bbthe /bevening banquet bgown/b, she tried on several options before choosing ba /bbpure /bbwhite /bbmen /b

bHer /bcool, fair skin made even the simplest design look elegant and grand.

Though the dress was stark white, it blended seamlessly with herplexion, making bher /bbappear /bblike /bthe finest mutton–fat jade.

Utter perfection.

The designer then tied a satin peony ribbon around her neck, its center adorned with a single bpearl/bb. /b

The effect was breathtaking.

She looked like a goddess who had just descended from the heavens–ethereal, cold, and untouchable.

Sophia was a renowned beauty herself.

In Jalindale, where stunning women were everywhere, she had long grown numb to appearances.

But the moment she saw Scarlett dressed up-

She was stunned.

Then overwhelmed with pride.

“I told you I could give birth to a fairy!”

Even Hudson couldn’t hide his amazement. He nodded, dazed.

“She inherited all your best features.”

Sophia beamed with joy, taking a flurry of photos of Scarlett.

She posted them straight to the family group chat.

Only then did she realize Scarlett hadn’t been added yet–and quickly sent her an invite. Owen had been working through documents, but he’d set a special alert tone for the family chat. Because his wife hated sending him private messages–she preferred tagging him in the group. Partly to show their sons how sweet their marriage was, hoping they’d yearn for love and settle down.

Partly because when they argued, she liked to rally the boys on her side–so he’d be outnumbered one to three, and always lose.

And yet, he never got tired of it.

The moment he heard the alert tone-

He put down the files and opened his phone.

He figured his wife was checking whether he’d eaten and maybe nning to visit.

He wasn’t expecting this.

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What he bsaw /bWas a fairy.

The face on his screen froze him in ce.

He was stunned.

Then let out a goofy littleugh.

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