Chapter 44: Package
"Thank you, Dad! Thank you so much!" Myra’s voice rang with excitement as she hugged Eliot, her face lighting up with a wide smile. "I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I won’t do anything to hurt Ephyra or mistreat her. I’ll listen to you and be the perfect daughter, I promise."
Eliot looked down at her and nodded thoughtfully. "If you truly understand the harm you caused, then you’ll need to apologize to the one you hurt—but not now. Once your punishment is over, you should make a sincere apology to Ephyra and acknowledge her as your sister. Remember, it was her who asked me to reduce your punishment. She’s the reason you’re getting your devices back, so make sure you show your gratitude, okay?"
Myra stepped back and smiled brightly. "I promise I will, Dad."
Watching from the top of the stairs, Eira smirked before turning away and slipping back to her room. She closed the door, settled into her desk chair, and opened her laptop, plugging in her earphones.
"[Master, are you ready?]" her AI assistant’s voice chimed in with anticipation.
Eira leaned back, crossing her legs on the desk. "[Yes.]"
"[I’ll start transmitting and recording once they begin talking,]" the AI confirmed.
Meanwhile, in her own room, Myra had just sent her mom away, saying she wanted to talk to Alan. As soon as her mother left, Myra unlocked her phone, revealing a flood of notifications—missed calls, messages, and alerts from all her social media accounts. Her gaze zeroed in on one contact: a name followed by a red heart and an exclamation mark.
Seeing nearly twenty missed calls and countless messages from him, Myra smiled, then quickly tapped his name and brought her phone to her ear.
In a modern European-style mansion with classic elegance blended into sleek design, the exterior featured pale stone facades, large arched windows, and intricate wrought-iron railings around each balcony. Marble pillars supported a grand entrance, hinting at the opulence within.
The spacious grounds extended to a sprawling, manicured lawn where a gazebo stood—a masterpiece adorned with soft, flowing white curtains draping from its pillars. Verdant vines and twinkling fairy lights wove through the structure, casting a warm glow in the evening breeze.