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Reborn for revenge-my husband is mine - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Peaceful Before The Storm

Here we go again. The honeyed words, dripping with so-called concern. Savannah always fed Sigourney these seemingly sweet but actually poisonous remarks about her marriage.

But Sigourney was different now. She was no longer foolish enough to believe her.

She responded coldly: "From now on, stop calling him by his name. Call him 'brother-in-law' and show some respect."

What? What kind of tone was this? Savannah was stunned by the icy, disdainful way Sigourney spoke. She forced herself to hold back, pretending not to notice and changed the subject.

"Theodore is still upstairs, right? I'll go call him for you since you probably don't want to."

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Call him 'brother-in-law.'"

What? What on earth was wrong with her today? But at this moment, Savannah could only grit her teeth and comply.

"Yes, I understand... sis."

"Too bad, he just left."

Sigourney sneered, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and got up to leave. Savannah could no longer hold back, grabbing her arm and raising her voice in frustration.

"Sis, what's wrong with you? Why are you being so cold to me today? Did he force you into this? How about this-this time, you pretend to attempt suicide, and-"

Sigourney turned around, watching Savannah chattering away about her so-called perfect divorce plan.

"You can't live like this forever, you'll never be happy. And it hurts me too. Just follow my plan. This time, it will work-he'll definitely sign the divorce papers."

"Are you done?"

She pushed Savannah's hand away and gently patted her dear sister's head, as if she truly appreciated her concern.

Then, she softly said: "He's handsome, capable, and from a prestigious family. I've thought it over-I'm not divorcing him."

Savannah panicked. If Sigourney didn't divorce, how would she get her hands on Theodore? No, she had to put an end to this thought immediately.

"What? You'll regret it, sis. I-"

"Aunt Miller, see Savannah to the car. Have Assistant Byrne escort her back to the Nichols residence."

She cut Savannah off, subtly yet decisively kicking her out.

She might need some headache pills if she had to listen to any more of Savannah's chatter.

"But, I haven't-"

"Oh, right. From now on, don't come here so often. I'll have someone clean out the room you usually stay in. Theodore doesn't like strangers in the house."

Stranger? Since when did she become a stranger?! What was Sigourney thinking?!

Aunt Miller stepped in from outside, suppressing her distaste as she politely said: "Ms. Nichols, the car is waiting."

"Go home. I have a headache and need to rest."

Sigourney turned and quickly ascended the stairs, leaving no room for Savannah to hold her back.

Just looking at her right now gave her goosebumps.

"Also, when you go out, dress more modestly. Aren't you cold?"

It wasn't until Sigourney disappeared into her room that Savannah let out a huff and stormed off.

Aunt Miller let out a relieved sigh. Finally, Savannah would no longer be able to come here, flaunt herself in front of Mr. Theodore, and use Sigourney's status to act high and mighty.

This time, the madam had finally come to her senses-she had finally seen through her.

...

At four in the afternoon, Aunt Miller returned with two large bags of ingredients, as per Sigourney's instructions.

She busied herself washing and preparing the food, cooking nonstop until six in the evening when the meal was finally complete.

Sigourney looked at the beautifully arranged dishes on the table and smiled in satisfaction.

"My cooking skills aren't too bad."

Aunt Miller clasped her hands under her chin and smiled knowingly. Was this really the same young madam, personally preparing dinner for her husband?

She had thought she would never witness such a scene in her lifetime.

Aunt Miller had cared for Theodore since he was a child, loving him as if he were her own son.

He had never once looked at a woman. She had even thought that if he kept burying himself in work like this, he might never have a girlfriend.

And yet, out of nowhere, he got married, leaving her so stunned that she was in a daze for several days.

But in the past six months, there hadn't even been a single normal conversation between this young married couple, let alone a scene like today.

This was good. Hopefully, Sigourney would come to terms with everything and live harmoniously with Theodore.

"Aunt Miller, I'm going upstairs to take a shower. Call me when he gets home."

"Yes, ma'am."
Sigourney took off her apron and carefully placed it on the rack, her face lighting up with an excited smile as she happily went upstairs.

She glanced at the clock. It was already six twenty.

"Theodore should be home soon."

Sigourney opened her suitcase to find a nightgown to change into but suddenly hesitated and gently closed it again.

She walked over to the door of the room opposite hers and opened it.

Oh my God.

It was as if an entire shopping mall had been moved into this room.

Clothes, shoes, jewellery-everything was neatly arranged, but there was so much of it that it made her dizzy just looking.

Of course, all of these things had been prepared by Theodore, and not just randomly-he had personally chosen each and every item.

He had told her to use them freely, but in an effort to keep her distance and avoid any connection to him, she had never even bothered to step inside.

Theodore had an excellent eye for style.

Every piece she looked at, Sigourney found herself liking.

She walked around and finally picked out a long white nightgown that reached down to her ankles.

The weather was a bit cold today, so it was best to dress modestly. Besides, Theodore hated seeing women in revealing clothing.

Before she knew it, it was already seven o'clock. Her stomach was starting to growl.

Sigourney began to worry.








Chapter 5: Great Storm!

Could it be that Theodore thought she was playing tricks and decided not to come home?

It was common for him to spend the night at the office. Even when he did come home, he would go straight to his studies to avoid running into her, knowing it would make her unhappy.

But he had said this morning that he'd be home.

Maybe he just had too much work today.

She decided to wait a little longer.

Aunt Miller watched Sigourney, who was already looking exhausted, sitting there with her chin in her hands, staring intently at the door.

"Madam, why don't you eat first?"

"No, I'll wait for him."

Even though she was so hungry she could faint, Sigourney forced herself to endure.

But why was he still not home?

Was he really not coming back?

No way. She just needed to wait a little longer.

A little bit of stomach growling was nothing.

Aunt Miller grew more worried.

Sigourney was already in poor health, and now she was skipping meals-this was not good.

After hesitating momentarily, she decided to take a bold step and call Theodore's secretary.

At the company, Theodore was still in a meeting, discussing a new project with his partners.

He was so focused that he had completely forgotten about coming home early.

Sutton Mark, Theodore's secretary, saw his boss's phone ringing.

It was Aunt Miller.

Why was she calling at this hour?

Sutton instinctively reached out to decline the call, planning to inform Theodore after the meeting.

But then the phone rang again.

And then a third time...

What if it was something important?

What if it had to do with Madam?

Taking a deep breath, Sutton bravely answered the call.

"Hello, Aunt Miller?"

"Please tell Mr. Wang-"

"I understand."

Sutton knocked on the conference room door and stepped inside.

The instant Theodore's cold gaze landed on him, Sutton broke out in a cold sweat.

"Secretary Mark, are you looking to lose your job?"

"Sir, it's just a small matter-"

Theodore frowned, put down the draft in his hand, and signalled to his business partners to wait a moment.

"Speak."

Sutton stepped forward and leaned in to whisper:

"Madam cooked dinner herself this afternoon and has been waiting for you. She hasn't eaten yet."

Theodore immediately stood up, his expression sharp and intense.

Sutton shuddered.

This was a hundred-million-dollar project, not some trivial matter.

And now it was being put on hold over something this small?

Sutton felt like he was about to get fired.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Theodore grabbed his coat, turned, and strode out of the room.

His partners looked on, stunned.

Before disappearing through the door, Theodore left behind a calm yet ruthless remark:

"Apologies. I'm unavailable today. We'll discuss the project another time."

...

By the time he arrived home, it was already 9 PM.

Theodore stepped out of the car, adjusted his tie, and walked slowly into the house.

Inside, it was silent.

Sigourney was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had waited too long and gone to sleep already.

Just as he was about to head upstairs, Theodore suddenly changed direction-toward the kitchen.

The moment he stepped inside, he froze.

Sigourney had fallen asleep at the dining table while waiting for him.

Surrounding her were plates of food-all cold.

A warm sensation flashed through Theodore's chest.

He stood there watching her.

Tonight, she wasn't wearing any makeup, yet she was more beautiful than ever.

Silently, Theodore approached and gently draped his coat over her shoulders.

She stirred slightly, then opened her eyes.

The moment she looked up, she saw Theodore standing there, gazing at her. But his eyes weren't cold like usual. They were soft.

Flustered, she quickly stood up.

"Y-You're back! I'll go reheat the food right away!"

"No need to rush. I'll take a shower first."

"Ah... okay..."

Sigourney was nervous.

It was rare to see her like this. But her change was a good thing.

A few minutes later...

As she rearranged the dishes, she heard footsteps and turned around.

"The food is... r-ready-"

Her entire face turned bright red.

Standing before her was Theodore-fresh out of the shower, wearing only a bathrobe.

That was... way too inappropriate!

Sigourney felt her brain overheating.

Ever since returning to this life, she didn't know why-but every time she was near him, her heart wouldn't stop racing.

"Then let's eat."

Theodore ate calmly, his movements elegant and composed.

He looked up and saw Sigourney sitting there frozen.

"Why aren't you eating?"

"You go ahead. I'm not hungry."

Sigourney's stomach was hurting, but she still held back.

How was she supposed to eat naturally when he was sitting right across from her?

"You think your stomach growling is quiet?"

She immediately placed both hands over her stomach, looking away in embarrassment.

Theodore almost laughed out loud at her reaction.

"Besides, didn't you say you'd eat with me?"

Seeing that Sigourney was still sitting there motionless, Theodore began to feel impatient. It was already past 9 PM, yet she hadn't eaten anything-was she not hungry? Even though she had changed for the better, she was still as foolish as ever.

Theodore stood up, took her bowl, filled it with food, and placed it back down.

"Eat it all."

Sigourney reached for the chopsticks and pulled the bowl closer.

Only when he saw her start eating did Theodore return to his seat.

From time to time, Sigourney secretly stole glances at him. Even while eating, he looked so handsome-it was truly unreasonable.

She couldn't understand why, in her past life, she had insisted on divorcing him. Her nerves must have been completely tangled up to have blindly listened to Savannah's words.

Theodore put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Unconsciously, Sigourney also put down her chopsticks and reached for a napkin to wipe her mouth. He frowned.

"If you're still hungry, keep eating."








Chapter 6: Do you really hate me that much?

"No... no... I'm already full."

Sigourney stood up to gather the dishes and casually asked: "How was the meal?"

Theodore glanced down at his empty plate.

To be honest, the food she cooked couldn't compare to the exquisite dishes prepared by the top chefs he usually ate. But somehow, it tasted surprisingly good.

Better than the skillfully crafted meals from those renowned chefs-and it carried a hint of something more, something warm and familiar.

He looked at her. He wanted to praise her, but it felt awkward. Criticizing it was out of the question, so he casually replied: "Not bad."

"As long as you don't complain, that's good enough."

Theodore noticed a slight hint of disappointment in Sigourney's eyes. He grabbed her wrist and took the dishes from her hands, setting them aside.

"The servants will clean up."

Sigourney nodded and was about to brush his hand aside to head back to her room.

That was when he suddenly noticed something.

"This dress..."

"Oh, I took it from the dressing room. It's colder today, so I picked a longer one than usual."

That wasn't the point. The point was that Sigourney was wearing the clothes he had bought for her.

That room-she had never once stepped foot into it all this time. Yet Theodore still had it cleaned regularly, the clothes inside washed and prepared.

And now, at last, he got to see his wife wearing something he had personally chosen for her.

"What's wrong? Does it not look good?"

"No... It suits you very well."

Theodore finally started to lower his suspicions about Sigourney. Perhaps she truly had accepted him and no longer wanted a divorce.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief and spoke softly: "Go upstairs and rest early. It's late."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Who would dare ring the doorbell of the Twilight mansion this late at night? It was most likely someone from the Wang family.

Aunt Miller glanced at the security camera and frowned.

"It's Ms. Savannah."

Savannah!? She actually had the audacity to come here at this hour. She must be unwilling to accept what happened this morning. What was she scheming now?

Theodore's brows furrowed as he turned and headed up the stairs, clearly irritated.

Sigourney had no intention of letting anyone open the door. But when no one responded, Savannah started making a scene.

Did she think the Twilight mansion was some marketplace?

So annoying.

"Let her in."

Sigourney sat down on the sofa, filling a cup with the tea Aunt Miller had just brought over. She took a sip and inhaled deeply.

She tried to steady herself. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself and would do something terrible to Savannah.

Tearing her apart into a hundred pieces and burning the remains to ashes still wouldn't be enough!

A syrupy sweet voice drifted in from outside, dripping with artificial sincerity.

"Sister, are you still mad at me?"

Mad? No, Sigourney hated her to the marrow of her bones. Just the sight of her made her body tremble with rage.

Savannah had gone to great lengths to get close to Theodore. And just when she thought she had succeeded, she had been mercilessly thrown out of the Twilight mansion by Sigourney. How could she accept it? Six months of effort-all wasted!

Savannah had spent countless hours fabricating tragic stories about marriage, planting them in Sigourney's mind one by one.

She had twisted Sigourney's perception, making her believe that her married life with Theodore would only be a dark and miserable future.

Now, goosebumps prickled Sigourney's skin. Savannah kept rubbing her ample chest against her as she whined an apology.

Disgusting. She felt like throwing up right there.

"Go sit over there."

Savannah ignored her and clung to her spot. She even picked up Sigourney's half-drunk tea and downed the rest.

"Sister, I think-"

"Sit over there."

At the sound of Sigourney's icy voice, Savannah's legs finally began to tremble. A hint of fear flickered in her eyes as she stood up and moved to another seat.

Inside Sigourney's mind, a single thought repeated over and over: 'Rip her head off.'

Stay calm. She had to stay calm.

"It's late. If you have something to say, say it quickly."

"Sister, I don't want you to endure everything alone. Just talk to me."

Was she delirious? What nonsense was she spouting about enduring alone?

"Are you afraid Theodore won't forgive you for what happened at the hotel last month? Don't worry, family and I will protect you. Just let me come here often to chat with you... bla bla bla."

The hotel last month?

The night when Sigourney, following Savannah's plan had drugged Theodore.

She had been the one who would catch him in bed with another woman, leaving him no choice but to agree to a divorce.

Of course, that scheme had come straight from Savannah's vile mind. And as for the woman lying on Theodore's bed that night-who else could it have been but her?

In the end, the drugging part had worked. But Savannah had been the one thrown out of the room without mercy.

And no one could have predicted that Sigourney herself would fall victim to Savannah's scheme. She had been drugged and shoved into a room with a strange man.

Luckily, she had managed to escape just in time before she lost full control.

Sigourney smirked, reaching for the teapot to pour herself another cup of tea. She turned her gaze to Savannah.

"I just don't want a divorce. I want to live in harmony with him."

"Sister, I know what I said earlier, but do you really think he'll let it go so easily once he finds out the truth?"

Savannah subtly flicked her eyes toward the staircase.

What a perfect opportunity.

Theodore was coming down.

Taking full advantage of the moment, she deliberately raised her voice, making sure Theodore could hear everything.

"If Theodore finds out you drugged him and sent me in... and that you went to another man's room and spent the whole night there... then I'm afraid both you and the Nichols family will be in serious trouble."








Chapter 7: What the hell was she saying? 

What?!

What the hell was she saying?!

Was she writing a script and performing it for herself now?

Shameless!

"Even if you wanted to make him stop thinking about the past and reconsider the divorce, you should think about the Nichols family's reputation... and your own happiness. You should just divorce Theodore, sister. Don't suffer alone-I can't bear to see you like this."

Savannah had to have won several awards for this level of fake acting.

Did she really not feel any shame reciting such a completely fabricated monologue?

Sigourney had yet to arrange her words to counter Savannah's strikingly dramatic statement when suddenly a deep, hoarse voice, laced with an ominous chill, cut through the air:

"What did you just say?"

Theodore had barely been granted a moment of joy by Sigourney, only to have her cruelly shatter it, tearing down his last shred of hope.

Her strange behaviour all day-it was all just a distraction, just a ploy to keep him from uncovering the "wonderful" thing she had done.

Sigourney... Well played!

His foot left the last step of the staircase, and silence instantly engulfed the room. Not a single sound could be heard. Sigourney, meanwhile, stood frozen like a statue.

Only now did she realize that Savannah's little performance had not been meant for her alone. That woman must have known all along that Theodore was there, which was why she had been chattering so loudly.

But that wasn't the real issue.

The real crisis now was-how was she supposed to face Theodore? They had just started getting closer, and now it had come to this.

Before her stood Theodore-dark, menacing. A chill ran down her spine, yet sweat beaded and trickled down her forehead.

The icy man before her was brimming with a blazing fury as he stormed toward her.

At this moment, he looked as though he was ready to kill.

Savannah smirked, reveling in Theodore's rising anger. He must have heard everything.

But... was he wearing a bathrobe? Oh my God!

Savannah stared at him with barely concealed hunger, practically drooling, before putting on an innocent act.

"Theodore, don't mind what I just said, I was just-"

"Shut up!"
"Don't blame my sister. It's just that... she doesn't love you, so she-"
Savannah went on, completely absorbed in her act, unaware that Theodore was burning with fury. His eyes blazed with rage, his jaw clenched tightly, and his voice turned ice-cold.
"I told you once already-are you deaf? Shut your mouth."
His words cut through the air like a blade as he stepped closer to Sigourney, casting Savannah a deadly glare.
"Get out of Twilight Manor. Right now. Or don't blame me for being cruel."
Savannah, though unwilling to leave, had no choice. She'd intended to argue, but one look at Theodore's eyes silenced her completely. Flustered, she hurried out, almost tripping, and stammered a farewell to Sigourney.
At last, the room returned to its uneasy quiet. But the aura of icy dominance that clung to Theodore still had the servants trembling.
He locked eyes with Sigourney, his gaze intense, struggling to keep his composure. He knew this wasn't the place to argue. Without a word, he grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her upstairs.
"Follow me."
Sigourney didn't dare resist. She obediently followed, but his grip-fueled by anger-was far too tight, leaving her wrist flushed and red. She let out a soft whimper of pain.
That faint sound stopped Theodore in his tracks. He frowned deeply and glanced back at her. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, were wide and sorrowful.
He loosened his hold slightly, just as Sigourney looked up at him and spoke in a small, trembling voice.
"You're holding too tight... it hurts," Sigourney whispered.
Theodore frowned, clearly irritated. 
"You're always so troublesome," he muttered under his breath. Still, despite the complaint, he eased his grip, making sure to pull her along without hurting her further.
The two ascended the stairs in silence. When they reached the upper floor, Theodore dragged her into his study and shut the door behind them. 
His eyes locked onto hers, blazing with anger and pain as he asked, voice trembling,
"What Savannah said earlier... was it all true? Do you really hate me that much?"
Sigourney looked up at him. He stood tall, as always, but something about him now seemed broken. His brows were furrowed tightly, and there was exhaustion in his eyes-an unspeakable weight pressing down on him. Emotions flickered across his face, too complex to put into words.
"I..."
She knew all too well that if she didn't explain now, Theodore's trust would collapse completely-and once broken, it might never be restored. But the words-she didn't know where to begin. Everything inside her felt tangled.
Sigourney hesitated.
Then Theodore spoke again, softer this time, almost pleading.
"Sigourney... is it true? Did you really drug my drink and spend the night with another man? Just answer me that."
His voice was low, raw.
Sigourney shook her head repeatedly, desperation in her voice as she tried to explain.
"No, Theodore. Please, trust me-I didn't sleep with anyone else. I swear. I don't know how to make you believe me, but that night... I was drugged-without knowing it."
Her voice trembled as she began to recount everything that had happened that night.
She explained, her voice trembling, how helpless she had been-how she'd been shoved into a room with a strange man and had to muster every ounce of strength to escape before the situation spiraled beyond control. Just the memory of it made her shoulders tremble. 
Her voice cracked with emotion.
"Please, Theodore... If you can't trust me, then let Sutton Mark investigate. I want to know the truth too-who it was that harmed me."
Though Sigourney already had her suspicions after being reborn, she knew that ultimately, evidence was what she needed. Letting Sutton Mark conduct a full investigation could restore Theodore's trust, and more importantly, it would bring Savannah's schemes into the light, leaving her with no room to deny anything. When that happened, cutting ties with Savannah would be far easier, and Sigourney would make sure she paid the price-tenfold.








Chapter 8: We're only half-sisters

She looked up at Theodore, her gaze firm yet gentle, her voice lowered in an attempt to soothe his anger.
"I'm sorry... for all the foolish things I did that hurt you. It's true... I did put something in your drink before. But only because I was stupid enough to fall for Savannah's lies."
Knowing full well her mistake couldn't be denied, Sigourney took the initiative to confess. She bit her lip, eyes full of remorse, reaching to grasp Theodore's hand.
"But I've changed-truly. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just want to be happy with you. No more games, no more mistakes. Please... give me another chance, darling."
Sigourney's voice had always been gentle, but now, softened by emotion, it seemed to melt away the last traces of Theodore's anger. He let out a weary sigh and rubbed his temple, clearly exhausted.
"Alright... Let Sutton handle everything from here on," he said quietly, his tone low and resolute.
"It's late. You should get some rest."
Before Sigourney could say another word, Theodore cut her off. He turned and left the room without a second glance, his tall figure retreating into the shadows-leaving her with only the cold outline of his back.
As always, he chose to sleep in the study, leaving Sigourney alone in the vast, empty bed. Though a part of her felt unwilling-aching with a quiet loneliness-she didn't dare to go after him.
She understood. Theodore needed time-time to believe her words again.
And as for her... there was still so much left for her to do.
...
The next morning, Theodore had already left for work by the time Sigourney stirred. When she finally came downstairs, only Aunt Miller remained in the house. The kind woman greeted her with a warm smile.
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well last night?"
Sigourney stretched and let out a tired breath. "Not really," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness.
After all, her memories of her previous life were far from pleasant. Even after being given a second chance, nightmares still haunted her sleep.
Aunt Miller's expression softened with concern. 
"Then tonight, I'll light some scented candles in your room. They might help you relax," she offered gently, then motioned toward the dining room.
Sigourney sank lazily into her seat at the breakfast table, her movements unhurried as she asked about Theodore's whereabouts. Upon hearing that he wouldn't return until late in the afternoon, she felt a quiet sense of ease. That meant she still had time to return to the Nichols estate-to visit her mother.
Her mother... the one person she most yearned to see after coming back to life.
After finishing breakfast, Sigourney instructed her private chauffeur to drive her to the Nichols mansion. As the car rolled past the familiar surroundings, her gaze softened. A wave of emotion washed over her-this place held far too many memories.
The car pulled into the estate grounds and stopped before the grand front entrance. Butler John, ever dutiful, stepped forward to greet her. He bowed respectfully, opened the car door, and spoke in a hushed, courteous tone.
"Miss Sigourney, welcome home. Miss Savannah is currently inside, speaking with your mother."
Sigourney's brows knit together ever so slightly. It was clear she wasn't pleased to cross paths with Savannah here, in what she still considered her home. But she schooled her features into calm neutrality, offering only a polite nod.
"Thank you for letting me know."
She entered the house without another word.
In the garden, her mother, Emma, was seated at a delicate wrought iron table beneath the soft canopy of trees, having tea with Savannah. Savannah was chattering away, a syrupy smile plastered across her face, the kind that dripped with feigned sweetness. But Emma's demeanor was distant, almost indifferent, as she listening in cold silence.
Sigourney called out gently, "Mother."
At the sound of her daughter's voice, Emma's entire expression shifted. Her face lit up, and she immediately stood from her seat, warmth flooding her features.
"Darling, you're back? It's been far too long-how have you been?"
She stepped forward, taking Sigourney's hands in hers.
"And Theodore? Is he treating you well? Are things still good between you two?"
Emma kept asking questions, her hand clasping Sigourney's in an overly affectionate gesture. Sigourney, ignoring the crimson flush of envy burning in Savannah's eyes, smiled sweetly as she replied,
"I'm doing well, Mommy. Theodore insisted on taking me here to visit you today, but something urgent came up at his company. I had to persuade him for quite a while before he finally agreed to go back and take care of it."
Her tone was light, but every word was carefully chosen-meant for Savannah to hear.
She didn't even glance Savannah's way, though she noticed with secret satisfaction how Savannah's grip turned deathly pale and her expression briefly flickered with distress.
Inside, Sigourney was thoroughly pleased.
Emma, on the other hand, was relieved by the news. She smiled warmly and kept repeating how wonderful that was, before finally remembering to pull Sigourney beside her.
Savannah, unwilling to miss the opportunity presented by Sigourney's presence, quickly cut in before the conversation could shift.
"It's so lucky you came, Sigourney. You should help me convince our mother, please?" Savannah's voice dipped into a soft, almost whiny plea.
"I only want an internship position at the Nichols Corporation, but our mother refuses to grant me even that. I'm still trying to persuade her..."
Ordinarily, Sigourney might have offered her support without hesitation-helping Savannah get whatever she desired.
But not this time.
Not after everything.
Sigourney remembered all too well-how Savannah, once securing that internship, had gone out of her way to form cliques within the company, spreading malicious rumors about Sigourney to undermine her position as director.
She had stirred up no small amount of trouble-trouble that had cost Sigourney considerable effort to clean up after.
A troublemaker like that?
Sigourney had no interest in welcoming her back into the company.
"Our mother? My mother, Savannah. Don't go around claiming things that aren't yours."
"We're only half-sisters-same father, different mothers."

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