Chapter 3 The Room That Was Usurped

Margaret still felt uneasy and asked tentatively, "James, how about we do another blood test? After all, this isn't something small. What if..."

James didn't say anything, just looked at Evie.

Evie sneered and rolled up her other sleeve, exposing her arm. "You want to draw blood? Go ahead."

Her straightforward attitude actually made Margaret feel a bit awkward.

James pulled out a portable blood collection device from his pocket and skillfully pricked her fingertip to take a blood sample.

"Results tomorrow," he said, then put away the device and turned to leave.

Jasper quickly grabbed him. "Bro, don't go yet. Wait until the results come out..."

James shook off his hand, his tone cold. "I've already told you the results. If you don't believe me, then wait for the lab report. I still have surgery. I don't have time to play along with your drama."

With that, he left without looking back.

Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other awkwardly.

Evie watched his figure disappear into the night, feeling something indescribable.

She didn't have a good impression of James, yet this man was the only one tonight who hadn't looked at her with strange eyes.

Evie looked at the people with their various expressions and asked coldly, "James said I'm fine. Can I live here now?"

Several people avoided her gaze. Finally, Margaret spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of difficulty. "Evie, it's not that Mom won't let you stay, but look, all the rooms in the house are full. Your old room... has been converted into Vivian's walk-in closet."

"So?" Evie looked at her.

Margaret pointed to the servants' room in the corner of the backyard. "Just bear with it for now and share with the servants. Tomorrow we'll clear out a space and move you..."

The servants were all extremely anxious, afraid that if Evie really moved in, she would transmit AIDS to them.

But this was the master's arrangement after all. The servants dared to be angry but not speak out, each one looking at Evie with extremely disgusted eyes.

Evie shook her head in disappointment. While she had been fighting death and suffering terribly, her former family had never thought of saving her, but had gradually erased all traces of her.

Now that she had escaped death and returned, they wouldn't even give her a decent room.

"What if I say I won't stay in the servants' room?" Evie lifted her head stubbornly.

"What right do you have to say that? We're already being generous by taking you in. Look at yourself now—you've completely disgraced the Vance family!"

Thomas came down from upstairs with a deep frown.

Looking at this man she had called father for over twenty years, he used to playfully carry Evie on his shoulders, but now his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at her.

"Even if I'm not your biological daughter, I still have a share in the Vance family. If it hadn't been for me back then, the company would probably have already..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Evie swallowed them back.

Thomas frowned. "If it hadn't been for you, what would have happened to the company?"

Evie turned her face away. "Nothing. I just can't possibly live with the servants. I want to move back into my original room."

"Evie, didn't we already tell you? Your old room has been converted into Vivian's walk-in closet. We're just asking you to temporarily stay with the servants. When we have time to clear out a room, we'll arrange for you to move there." Margaret's tone carried some impatience.

"When will you have time? Tomorrow? The day after?" Evie sneered. "Or do you want to drag it out until the day I die?"

"If you're going to die, die outside. Someone like you with STDs and AIDS—I find even the floor you've walked on dirty!" Ethan covered his nose and mouth, not hiding his disgust for Evie at all.

"Mom, Evie is really quite pitiful. She just escaped from that kind of hell and must want everyone to care about her. It's just... why didn't sister come back earlier or later, but chose to come back on my birthday? Does she still resent me..." Vivian's voice sounded aggrieved and pitiful, and she even started wiping away tears.

This made Margaret and the others feel even more sorry for her, and they had even less patience with Evie.

"Why would she resent you? She's the one who took over your life for twenty years and made you suffer so much. Even if she died in your place, that's what she deserves," Ethan said.

"That's right, Vivian. You're just too kind. Evie ruined your birthday party, and instead of hating her, you're worried she hates you." Margaret sighed.

Hearing this, Evie laughed bitterly, tears spinning in her eyes uncontrollably.

Was it her choice to be switched at birth? Did she deliberately want to take over Vivian's life?

And after Vivian was found, Evie had felt guilty and tried her best to make it up to Vivian.

But what about Vivian? She plotted to destroy Evie's life.

Until now, Evie finally saw this family's true colors. They were convinced that Evie had stolen Vivian's life, so whatever suffering she endured was what she deserved.

Then she didn't need to save face for them anymore.

"Whoever wants to live in that servants' room can live there. I'm moving back into my own room."

With that, while everyone wasn't paying attention, Evie dashed upstairs.

The villa's layout hadn't changed. Evie easily found her way and pushed open the door to her former bedroom.

The room was filled with all kinds of exquisite jewelry and bags. Several large wardrobes were packed full of expensive luxury brands, and quite a few custom-made pieces.

Fortunately, although the room had been converted into a walk-in closet, the bed was still there.

Seeing Evie run upstairs, Margaret and the others came to their senses and screamed as they rushed upstairs to stop her.

But when they reached the doorway, they saw Evie with a sinister smile on her face, holding one of Vivian's expensive limited-edition bags in one hand and a priceless dress in the other.

"Ah! That dress is what I was planning to wear to next week's charity gala, and I haven't even used that bag once yet!" Vivian couldn't maintain her gentle persona again and couldn't help but scream.

"Evie, what do you think you're doing? Put down Vivian's things!" Margaret scolded.

"Why waste words on her? Throw her out!" Ethan rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Evie.

Evie sneered. "I have AIDS, remember? Even touching me could transmit it. If you don't mind, feel free to come throw me out anytime."

This successfully intimidated Ethan. He stopped in place, not daring to come closer.

Seeing this, Evie pushed even further, trying on each of Vivian's clothes one by one and proudly carrying her limited-edition bags.

This made Vivian cry in frustration.