"Mom!" Chloe cried anxiously, "My sister's biological parents are unemployed... Selling this necklace could get her some money, and my sister needs it more than I do..."

Several nannies were moved by Chloe's kindness. They thought her to be truly so sensible and so kind!

"Sister, I'll hold Mom back for you... you go quickly!"

Chloe stubbornly snatched the necklace from Victoria and held it out to Bailey. "Sister, you better take it. I won't blame you for stealing..."

Bailey lifted her , and studied Chloe.

Was she really still implying that she was a thief?

The bitch kept recycling the same old tricks.

Didn’t she have anything more sophisticated ?

Bailey quietly watched Chloe’s drama, with very little emotions.

In fact, she even felt somewhat amused.

Bailey took the necklace, a faint smile curling at her lips.

"Chloe, if you're going to put on a show, at least do it properly. The pendant on the necklace Grandma left has an engraving, but that one doesn't! Also, the craftsmanship on this is way too rough—the color, clarity, and cut are terrible."

"One hundred thousand? In my opinion, it's worthless," Bailey sneered. "You made a cheap counterfeit in some small workshop and you’re trying to frame me for it ?"

Without another word, Bailey flung the necklace across the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and Victoria was stunned for a long moment before shouting, "Bailey, what nonsense are you spouting ?!”

At this moment, Harland had already picked up the necklace from the ground.

After examining it carefully, he suddenly realized, "This really isn't Grandma's item; it's a counterfeit."

Harland, who was now a bit calm, suddenly remembered that his grandmother's necklace had long been placed in the safe, with a combination that was only known by him.

No one else could possibly get hold of that necklace.

Chloe saw that she had been exposed and guilty and tried to explain the situation, "I.. I must have made a mistake then.”

"How convenient then. Because if I had not exposed your little act, I might have really been accused of being a thief," Bailey said with a cold laugh.

"I'm sorry we wrongly accused you earlier.” Harland sighed, his tone conciliatory. “If there’s anything you want, I will try to make it up to you.”

There had been times when she had indeed longed for some things, but these people never gave them to her.

So at that moment, her father's so-called compensation seemed no better than garbage to her.

"There will be no need for that.” Bailey said coldly. “ I will pay back every bit of child support you have given me until now. From this moment on, I have no further ties with your family."

After Bailey said these words, she turned away with a bit of hesitance.

Victoria watched her retreating figure, trembling with anger. "Look at her, she really is an ingrate. If it weren't for Chloe, I would have kicked her out long ago!"

Chloe linked arms with Victoria and comforted her, "Mom, my sister is probably just struggling with the reality of having to go live in such a terrible place.

Please don’t be angry with her."

“You… you’re just too kind.” Victoria looked helplessly at her youngest daughter, then glanced in the direction Bailey had left, muttering under her breath, “The flood didn’t drown her, but maybe she’s been possessed by some monster. It’s good that we’ve sent her away, or who knows what trouble she would have brought to our family.”

"Alright, everyone, that’s enough now.” Harland said in a deep voice, bringing an end to their discussion.

Just as Bailey stepped outside, the clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and the temperature had dropped by several degrees.

The biting cold winter wind Slashed across Bailey's face like a knife as she made her way to the front gate. She had to leave Moonlight's territory before midnight.

If she lets the Moonlight people catch her after that, Harland would have to kill her. Whether or not she was family.

As of now, she was now a rogue. This was the law of all wolf clans.

Bailey no longer had a pack. She didn’t have any information on her biological parents and had nowhere to go.

Every border in this region led to another pack’s territory.

To leave one wolf pack, she had to enter the territory of another. But it was her only option. Trying to reach unclaimed land was too risky.

Bailey stepped into the train compartment, closed the door, and as the carriage swayed, began to drift into a restless sleep.

She was unaware of how much time had passed, when a faint chill quietly swept in, and Bailey jolted out of sleep.

The sharp metallic scent of blood filled the air, and pierced her nostrils.

A couple of seconds later, a figure carrying a chilling and bloody aura swiftly slipped into the carriage she was in, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Hide!" The man's voice was clear and sharp, imbued with authority and an unyielding command.

Before Bailey could react, the man quickly stripped off his shirt, wearing only pants, and slid right into her bed without a word. The train's berth was small, barely enough for one person, and the man was almost completely pressed against her.

"You..." Bailey started to protest, but the man was quicker, firmly pinning her down.

The man all but exuded a strong aura of killing intent, and the scent of blood on him filled the air and lingered for a long time.

He pressed a finger to his lips, silencing her with a ‘shhh,’ then he reached out and tore open her blouse, exposing Bailey's snow-white skin.

"Can you moan?" the man whispered hoarsely.

Bailey instantly understood the man's intention. On this bed where a man and woman lay naked together,

Whether it was passionate cries of pleasure or piercing screams of agony, it was easy to evoke thoughts of a romantic affair, and that would perfectly conceal the man's actions.

He brought out a knife, and pressed the sharp edge against her neck, "Scream louder, or I'll cut your throat immediately!" He threatened viciously.

Bailey felt as if the blood in her entire body had frozen,and her face turned as pale as paper.

The man's cold chest was pressed tightly against her warm body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable and afraid. Just then, the train screeched to a stop.

The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching, and the sleepy passengers all began to stir.

Soon enough, the once quiet carriage slowly became noisy. Bailey knew someone had come to check the compartments.

"Call out!" The man's hissed, his tone urgent. His body shifted, mimicking some indecent actions, "If you don't call out soon, I won't be polite anymore..." The man's arms were strong and powerful, and his voice was harsh.

The knife was still pressed against Bailey's neck. She knew all too well that she was dealing with a desperate outlaw and could not overpower him.

After weighing her options, she was left with one. she moaned softly, imitating the ambiguous sounds she’d heard in movies.

Moments later, the door to Bailey’s compartment was rudely yanked open.

She pretended to be startled and gasped.

The flashlight beam hit her directly and she quickly pulled the blanket over herself , partially covering her fair shoulder, then let out a sharp scream and instinctively clung to the man beside her.

The soldier holding the flashlight saw the ambiguous scene inside the room, and the young man blushed, looking very embarrassed.

Bailey's nervous and wary gaze made him even more flustered, and he awkwardly backed out, completely forgetting to get a clear look at her "husband's" face.

Then, the patrolling soldier loudly announced at the door, "No abnormalities found."

Bailey listened carefully, as the footsteps gradually faded away.

The entire train underwent a thorough inspection, and only after a full half hour of soldiers making a fuss, did it finally begin to move again.

The man pressed against Bailey finally removed the knife he held against her . "Thank you."the man said, and got up, got dressed in the darkness.

Bailey didn’t utter a word, but silently buttoned up her shirt.

The train gently swayed, moving forward at a steady pace, and the carriage fell into a deep silence.

The man couldn't help but feel puzzled.

This girl was so young, and had just gone through such a harrowing ordeal, but yet she calmly tidied her clothes without crying or asking any questions. It was truly unusual.

The man pondered about Bailey as he pulled out a match and struck it with a "scratch," igniting the flame.

The faint, dim firelight flickered in the darkness, faintly illuminating the room.

The light fell on Bailey, and the man saw her clearly, and Bailey, in turn, saw him clearly.

The man reached out and grasped Bailey's jaw, which seemed particularly delicate in the man's large, rough palm.

He watched Bailey's eyes full with vigilance, perhaps even a hint of grievance, but not a trace of fear.

"What is your name?" the man asked.

"Emily." Bailey casually lied, giving him the name that belonged to one of the Harland family's servants.

She thought it just plain foolish to reveal her real name to a fugitive.

She didn’t struggle against his hold, but her eyes remained fixed on the sharp dagger that lay at his feet.

Her gaze flickered slightly as she silently wondered if he would bring its sharp edge to her neck once again.

In the faint glow of the dim light, the man spoke coldly, "Alright, Emily, you saved my life today. So, I owe you a reward."

As he spoke, a sharp whistle was blown outside the carriage.

The man recognized it as his guiding signal. He stood up and threw the bloodstained coat out of the window.

It was only then that Bailey realized the blood all over him wasn’t his own.

And although he looked exhausted, he was actually uninjured.

The man knew he couldn't stay here long and quickly turned to ask, "Where are you from? Where can I find you?"