Elijah sat on the couch, his expression sour, his tone dripping with passive aggression.

"Oh, so you do remember where you live? I thought you'd abandoned this family entirely."

Caroline Lambert was there too. The moment I walked in, she rolled her eyes with theatrical disdain.

I ignored them both and headed toward the bedroom to grab a change of clothes.

But Elijah stood and blocked my path.

"Cassandra. Your mother's gold jewelry—where is it? It's gone."

I stopped mid-step and let shock flood my face. "How would you know it's gone?"

He faltered, his gaze sliding away. "I went to the old family house today to clean up. The box was empty."

"Where did you put it? Nora's surgery requires money urgently. I was going to discuss selling the jewelry to help cover the costs..."

As if. In my last life, he'd stolen that gold to shower gifts on Anita Pruitt.

This time, when he couldn't find it, he'd panicked.

I let out a cold laugh, cutting him off. "Selling gold won't cover it anyway. If you're serious about raising funds, sell your car."

"Absolutely not!" Elijah shot to his feet. "I need that car for work! It's how I make money!"

That's when Caroline chimed in.

"If you ask me, that money-pit of a girl isn't worth treating at all. Even if she recovers, she'll just be a burden. Better to let her go peacefully and try for another child."

She'd said the exact same thing after Nora died in my previous life.

Back then, I'd been drowning in grief, too shattered to respond.

This time, I wanted to tear her apart with my bare hands.

But I reminded myself: if I want these people to pay, I have to endure.

I forced a hollow smile. "Mother, Nora is your own granddaughter."

"So what if she is?" Caroline spat out a sunflower seed shell. "A sick child is just a debt collector from a past life! Look at what you and that girl have done to my son—dragged him down until he's a shadow of himself!"

Elijah stood beside her in silence, clearly endorsing every word.

I looked at the two of them and, strangely, found myself smiling.

"Actually, the money issue is already resolved."

Both of them turned to stare at me.

"I won the lottery." I kept my voice light, almost bored. "A scratch-off ticket. Fifty million dollars."

The living room went deathly still.

A few seconds later, Elijah lunged toward me. "Are you serious?! Where's the ticket? Let me see it!"