The Last Gift novel

---- Chapter 3 "Viola, you're here." When we arrived at the hospital room, Jane was watching a movie, her complexion undeniably worse than mine.

If anything, she looked like the one who was seriously ill.

Despite her warm greeting, the challenge in her eyes that unmissable arrogancecut sharper than any blade.

"Viola, thanks for handing the company over to me.

Don't worry, I'll make it even more successful." "With Jane managing the company, you won't have to work so hard.

You'll still get your share of the profits, and it'll be so much easier for you," Mom added, grabbing my hand with a smile.

I forced a smile back.

"Yeah, I agree.

That's why I'm going to hand over all my assets to Jane to manage.

That way, I can relax." Everyone froze, shocked.

They knew just how much that was worth.

"Viola, are you serious? Even the trust fund in the bank?" ---- Leo's voice was a mix of shock and confusion.

I was puzzled.

Jane had always wanted everything I had, and the whole family was always there to support her.

When I refused, I was called selfish, rude, and ungrateful.

Now that I was finally giving it to her, they were acting strange.

Wasn't this what they had been pushing for all along? After a long silence, it was Dad who finally spoke up.

" Viola, you've really grown up.

You're being kind to your sister, looking out for her now." "Should've been like this from the start,"" Mom chimed in.

"We're family.

What's yours is ours.

No need to drawa line so firmly everywhere." "It's good to see you two getting along.

Your mother and I are relieved," Dad added with a smile.

But were they really relieved? Did they honestly think Jane was capable of managing all that wealth? At home, she fooled everyone with her fake kindness.

But out in the world, no one would buy it.

I felt a tickle in my nose.

When I rubbed it, my fingers ---- came away smeared with blood.

"Why the nosebleed? The humidity in this room is perfectly fine," Mom murmured, handing me a tissue.

I wiped the blood away casually, then tested the waters.

" Mom, Dad...

if I died one day, would you be sad?" There was a pause, a heavy silence in the room.

Dad looked at me with a serious expression, his voice sharp.

"Viola, don't play these tricks.

Don't pretend to be sick just to get sympathy." He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Your wolf may not be the strongest, but this is just a small problem that can be easily cured.

Don't try to pull stunts like this in front of us again." The room, which had been peaceful just moments ago, suddenly felt heavy again with Dad's words.

I smiled bitterly.

What wolf? My wolf had already died while fighting off the Silverthorn Wolfsbane.

That toxin, laced with silver, had seeped into my bloodstream and eventually corroded my organs.