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But Winona merely stood by the entryway, calmly slipping on her shoes, fully intending to walk right past him without a second glance.

Julian stood frozen for a few seconds before completely blowing up, lunging forward to grab her wrist. "What the hell is your problem? Are you blind?! I'm standing right in front of you, and you're just going to ignore me? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?! And what's going on now? Walking out before dinner is even over—you're pulling the exact same stunt you used to, trying to make everyone miserable, aren't you?! Seriously, why are you so petty? What exactly are you even holding a grudge against us for? I don't get it at all!"

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, genuinely furious, refusing to let go of her wrist.

Winona frowned deeply, wincing as his grip bruised her skin. "Let go."

"Fine, I'll let go! But let me make one thing perfectly clear! Sienna is my real sister! You're nothing but a pathetic joke. Our family is hosting an official welcome gala for Sienna soon, and it's going to be massive. You've cut ties with the Wynns, and the second you and Zachary get divorced, let's see who even bothers looking at you! But hey, if you drop the attitude right now, maybe I'll still let you be my honorary sister."

He paused, seemingly terrified Winona might misinterpret his words as actually caring about her, and quickly sneered, "As my personal maid, obviously. You'd just be responsible for cooking and making soup for me. I'd pay you well. It's definitely better than breaking your back working like a dog out in the real world."

Deciding the boy had completely lost his mind, Winona forcefully yanked her arm free and marched straight out the door.

"Winona! Winona!"

Julian chased after her in a furious panic. "What is your deal?! I didn't even hold a grudge over you slapping me, and now you're giving me an attitude?! Have you completely forgotten your place? Keep acting like this, and I'll actually get mad this time! I was only fake mad before!"

His voice pitched higher, practically stomping his feet in desperation.

Winona stopped dead in her tracks. Julian couldn't brake in time and crashed straight into her back. Sensing the dangerous shift in her demeanor, he scrambled back several paces. "Regretting it now? Well, too late! After that stunt you pulled, I'm going to stay mad for at least another two weeks."

Winona turned around to face him, her voice terrifyingly calm. "I used to think you were just incredibly annoying. You have absolutely nothing going for you except your last name. Your grades are garbage. If you hadn't been born into the Wynn family, you'd be a complete failure in life. You should count your lucky stars you hit the genetic jackpot, because otherwise, you'd just be an empty-headed trust fund baby."

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