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The transfer of ownership of Mawson Manor was completed, and Lizzie used that large sum to pay off all the debts, and there were hundreds of thousands of gold coins left in the deposit.

The family began to wait eagerly for Serra to open her mouth and move back to the manor together.

This weekend, she called a few workers from outside to come back to pack her luggage, Josie thought she was going back to live, and excitedly began to ask someone to follow suit.

When the family's belongings were almost packed, Serra only asked the workers to carry their luggage to the car.

When a few servants wanted to put Josie and the others' luggage in the car, Serra blocked the exit, "What is this?"

"Let's go home together." Josie opened a small parasol and observed her faint expression for a few seconds, her fingers grasping the handle of the umbrella tightened, and her tone was sharp: "Aren't you planning to take your family back?"

Serra looked at her for a few seconds and smiled, "Lady Josie, you and my father are not married to my family."

Josie's heart lifted, "What do you mean! You're going to chase me away!?"

"Meaning, I never thought you were my family, and of course you couldn't live together." She straightened her back and looked at her calmly and distantly, "My only family members are my mother, Clemmans, and my father, Lizzie."

"Shut up! Such an impolite act of yours! We are family! Of course we want to live together!" Lizzie came out with Annahi holding her arm, her face flushed and her eyes fierce.

"Dad, I may have forgotten to tell you that the owner of Mawson Manor is Mr. Rosehill, and I only have full control of the house."

Serra took a step back and got into the car, looked at the family through the window, and said calmly, "I only have the right to decide who can live there."

Lizzie was shocked, and so was Annahi, and even Josie looked heartbroken.

He said incredulously as if in a dream, "But that day you had already said that Mr. Rosehill would buy the manor and give it to you."

He had a good idea, as a father, he always had the right to dispose of his daughter's property, and once the estate was back in Serra's name, he had the right to use it.

But of course Serra could think of as much as he could, and when the boat came back that day, she told Roshill not to completely transfer the estate to her name.

The current situation can only be regarded as her living in the vacant house of Rosehill.

"Obviously not, but Dad, you can choose to stay here with Lady Josie and Annahi, or you can choose to bring your luggage and go home with me."

Once again, she left the choice to Lizzie, and the outcome was predictable.

"Let's go."

Lizi, who is only responsible for providing J's son, can't leave behind his lover and children who have been with him for decades, and he can also take them to a better place to live with hundreds of thousands of gold coins and property.

"Goodbye, Dad."

Serra glanced at Annahi, who was about to tear the hem of her skirt, and smiled and beckoned to her, her expression as bad as she wanted.

She used to prevent her from hurting herself, but since that day she was head-on with her system, she wanted to try a second way.

The game character usually interrupts everything by dying, and the manipulator can choose not to play or do it all over again.

If she, as a player, is killed as a gaover, and returning to reality becomes reasonable.

She began to look forward to what Annahi's next move would be to kill her, hoping that the system would give her some good idea.

Putting all her luggage back in the manor, there was a row of new servants standing in it, which Rose Hill had prepared for her.

I believe that he will be a regular visitor here in the future.

While it was still early, Serra took the car to the hospital, and when she passed by Gail's butcher's shop, which was still open for business, she saw Gale busy inside.

A fruit basket was bought and carried into the hospital.

Greenee sat on the hospital bed, looking down at her notebook and drawing, with no one around.

Serra pushed the door in, and the other party looked up and saw her with a surprised look in his eyes, "Serra!?"

"Are you alright?" She placed the fruit basket on the bedside table next to it and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Granee nodded, put away her paintbrush, and lowered her head to touch her stomach, "He's strong, I'm lucky."

She looked happy for the rest of her life, and her appearance made people feel even more guilty.

"I'm sorry."

Sierra chuckled awkwardly, wrapping her fingers on her thigh, "I almost lost your baby."

"Serra, look."

The woman in the hospital bed showed her the painting.

On the white paper were very skillful stick figures, depicting their extended family, and Greenee pointed to one of the boys.

"Eric inherited Robinson's good genes, and he was transformed early and became the strongest among us."

The black lines are intertwined with the white background, perfectly outlining the masculine and handsome demeanor and strong body of the teenager.

Eric is smiling happily with his arms hooked into a blank space.

"I haven't painted it yet." Greenee dotted the blank space, where there were only a few blurred outlines.

Serra asked softly, "What are you going to draw?"

"You." Greenee tilted her head to look at her, "We always thought you'd be with Eric, so we graciously accepted you."

Serra pursed her lips, but still sincerely lowered her eyes to apologize, "I failed your expectations."

"I don't understand why you're apologizing."

Her words stunned Serra, who was ready to be criticized, and she raised her eyes and blinked in surprise, "Shouldn't I apologize?"

"Although they all say that you gave away our secrets, I don't believe it." Greenee took the drawing, as if it had an extra ready-made reference, and began to brush on her face.

"You don't believe me? Only I'm the only one who can do that, and I'll say it." Serra was serious, and this eagerness to admit her mistake made the woman on the bed bend her lips and smile.

"yes, it seems to me that you confessed this mistake in order to leave Eric."

She saw it too accurately, and she couldn't speak at once, but she adjusted quickly, "Unrealistic answers, I have many ways to leave him, I don't have to choose the most extreme one."

Greenee used her pen to outline her shallow features, and her expression was serious, "If you had the idea of informing the church in the first place, you would have had a lot of time to tell them, such as the day you first learned the secret, you should have reported us, but you didn't."

She added, "Not to mention being able to visit me now, if you are our enemy, you should be afraid of what you have done, you know that it would be easy for us to kill a human."

"So you must be covering someone, it's obvious, Eric is young but he's smart enough to find out soon."

Serra looked down at the face that was gradually forming in the quality of the picture, smiling herself, snuggled into Eric's arms.

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