In that instant, the smug smile on Melody's lips disappeared, replaced by a wounded expression—one that silently pleaded for sympathy, as if she were the victim of Kisha's cruelty.
She wore the kind of look that would normally make others see her as pitiful yet graceful, enduring mistreatment with quiet resilience.
But the audience she was performing for didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, they all turned their attention to Kisha, following her without hesitation.
Her brothers, in particular, didn't waste a second, striding quickly to catch up with her, leaving Melody standing there, unnoticed and ignored.
"Baby sister, I—I'm Ethan… your second brother…"
The usually stoic and composed Ethan found himself uncharacteristically flustered. Watching Kisha walk away without even attempting to reconnect with them left a sinking feeling in his chest.
'Did she not want them? Did she have no intention of returning to their family?'
