No Tears, No Fears: The Real Heiress Returns

The day I was brought back to the Roscente family, Olivia Roscente was playing the piano in the living room.

She saw me enter and her fingers abruptly stopped on the keys.

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Mom, Dad, are you abandoning me?"

Charlotte Roscente hurried over and pulled her into an embrace.

"Silly child, how could I ever abandon you."

William Roscente followed closely, gently stroking her hair.

"Don't think such nonsense. You will always be our daughter."

Gabriel Roscente gave me a cold glance.

His tone carried reproach.

"Olivia has been having heart problems lately. Be careful."

I stood in the doorway holding my worn-out suitcase.

Watching the intimate family before me.

I felt nothing but irony.

If not for that agreement, I would never have stepped into this house.

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I stood outside the door, watching the family of four embracing in the living room.

Olivia Roscente wept delicate tears.

Charlotte Roscente gently patted her back.

William Roscente handed her tissues.

Gabriel Roscente murmured comforting words.

How heartwarming.

I glanced down at the suitcase in my hand, feeling like a delivery person.

"Excuse me," I said, knocking on the doorframe. "May I come in? Or should I wait outside until you're done hugging?"

Charlotte finally noticed me, a flicker of panic crossing her face.

"Niannian, come in, don't just stand there."

Niannian.

She got it wrong. My name is Alice Roscente.

Probably eighteen years of calling "Yaoyao" made it hard to change the habit.

"My name is Alice Roscente."

I dragged my suitcase into the living room, calmly correcting her.

Olivia lifted her tearful eyes. Her delicate, pitiful face was indeed captivating.

"Sister, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I took your place..."

"It's fine." I found a corner to place my suitcase. "You've had it for eighteen years. A little longer won't matter."

The living room fell silent.

Olivia's sobs caught in her throat. She probably didn't expect me to be so direct.

Gabriel frowned. "Alice, watch your tone."

I looked at this newfound older brother.

Twenty-five years old. CEO of Roscente Group. Ruthless in business, yet now he acted like a protective mother hen.