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Chapter 1 She Holds Ill Feelings Against Me Dayville was a small fishing town with just over twenty families. The old red-brick houses had seen better days and looked quite worn out. It was August, and the coastal heat felt unbearable. Gianna Caldwell wore a loose-fitting white shirt, her long hair pulled up with a wooden claw clip, giving off a relaxed vibe. Her dark brows knitted slightly, and her deep amber eyes, framed by long lashes, had the power to melt hearts and enchant. Yet at that moment, they remained cool and inscrutable, betraying nothing of her thoughts or feelings. Her straight, elegant nose had a tiny mole delicately placed on the bridge. Her full lips and perfect features gave her a cold, untouchable presence. Slender yet well-defined, with a graceful jawline, her beauty hit people hard. With one glance, a man would be hooked. She looked completely out of place among the locals, who were working diligently, as if she had stepped out of a video game and into the real world. At that moment, she was absorbed in her phone, her thumbs quickly sketching fashion designs with a slender stylus. As she leaned forward, her collar slipped down a bit, revealing a sharp collarbone and the elegant curve of her neck. Sitting with her legs spread on a fallen tree trunk, she exuded a carefree attitude, seeming oblivious to her surroundings. Her rolled-up sleeves showed off the defined muscles in her forearms. Even in the sweltering heat, she was in her own world, lost in her work, completely ignoring the passage of time or the blazing sun. Just when Gianna could no longer handle the heat and was about to head inside the house, she heard a familiar voice calling to her. "Gianna, someone's looking for you." Turning toward the sound, she spotted Betsy Foster, the mayor's daughter, who wore a displeased expression. Betsy's tanned skin was marred by a large, centipede-like scar that almost covered her entire face. Even Gianna had to admit that it was quite shocking. Still, she didn't dwell on it. She switched off her phone, tucked it into her pocket, brushed off her clothes, and replied in a casual tone, "Alright, let's go see what's up." Looking completely relaxed, she tossed her arm and strolled over to Betsy. ***** At the entrance of the town, a row of luxury cars, completely out of place in this small fishing town, lined the bumpy, potholed road. It felt like a clash of worlds, straight out of a movie. As Gianna and Betsy walked over, they heard the mayor, Benjamin Foster, Betsy's father, saying in tears, "Gianna can be a bit wild at times, but I promise you that she's never done anything really wrong." He continued, "She's been without parents since she was little. I brought her in myself, and she's always been a good kid. If you want to talk about trouble, the worst she's done is give that crazy dog at the town gate a good smack. "If she's ever offended any of you, please don't blame her. She's just a child. If someone needs to take the blame, let it be me." At that, Gianna stopped in her tracks, lifted her head casually, and shot them a bored look. A few young men and women stood there in sharp suits, looking grim and honestly a bit speechless after hearing Benjamin's words. But what really caught her eye was how much they looked like her, almost like they could be her siblings. 'Wait, are these the people Edward warned me about?' Gianna thought. A month ago, Edward, the head of the White family in Roynfort, had told her with a mysterious smile that he had a surprise for her in a month to make up for her eighteenth birthday. 'Is this the surprise?' she pondered. Gianna held her head high, silently staring at the group just a few feet away with an icy expression. Benjamin was still red-faced, wiping away tears, completely unaware that Gianna was right behind him. His daughter Betsy couldn't take it anymore. She stepped forward, tugged at his arm, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, "Dad, Gianna's here." At the mention of her name, Benjamin stopped crying, turned around, and found himself staring right into Gianna's exasperated eyes. She gave him a quick glance before focusing on the two men and one woman in front of her. "Are you looking for me?" Gianna couldn't shake the feeling that these people were here for her, though she had no idea why. 'Is it just because we look alike?' she thought. Her chilly voice carried on the wind, and that was when the group finally noticed her. But truthfully, the first person who spotted Gianna was a guy dressed in a white shirt who bore a resemblance to her. The atmosphere changed and became a bit awkward after Gianna spoke up. Before the two guys could shake off their surprise at Gianna's stunning looks, the girl next to them stepped forward. Her tone was playful, but her eyes showed clear disdain. "You must be Gianna, right?" Isabelle Caldwell asked. She wondered, 'What qualifies Gianna to take over the Caldwell family's business? All she has is her looks. Trying to engage with her feels pointless. Honestly, we might as well pay her off to walk away.' Gianna didn't respond; she simply cast Isabelle a lazy, dismissive glance. However, she forgot to hide her fierce energy, and that cool stare was enough to make Isabelle feel uneasy right away. Isabelle's skin prickled, and before she knew it, she was shivering. Isabelle thought, 'Why is she looking at me like that? I was just being nice, and she's still giving me the cold shoulder? 'Seriously? This is the long-lost daughter Mom and Dad have been searching for? She has such a wild side. If we bring her home, she might drive them crazy.' After her internal rant, she turned on her sweetest, innocent look, glancing up at the guy beside her with wide, clueless eyes. Today, she was wearing a lacy white dress with cute black shoes, and her makeup was done to look sweet and natural, like the perfect girl next door. But now, she faced the man with a pitiful expression, as if she had just faced a huge injustice. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she held them back. She said, "Henry, I was just trying to say hi to Gianna. Why is she being so hostile to me?" Isabelle's soft, sweet voice snapped Henry out of his thoughts. He had been zoning out, just staring at Gianna. When he heard Isabelle call his name, his expression turned serious. He looked at Gianna, who seemed to have a big sign over her head saying, "Stay away." "She's not trying to pick a fight. There's no need to be defensive. We're here to bring you home," Henry said, his face neutral as he spoke to Gianna. Facing his real sister for the first time, Henry couldn't show the same patience he had for Isabelle. His tone was cold and clipped, more like he was announcing than having a conversation. Gianna couldn't stand the whole "doing you a favor" attitude. Standing in the sunlight, she snorted coldly, her smile not reaching her eyes, with her hands carelessly stuffed in her pockets. Most kids growing up in a place like this would be shy or even scared of strangers, but not Gianna. She had plenty of reasons to be afraid, but not a hint of fear showed on her face. She gave them a cold, contemptuous once-over, her gaze dripping with arrogance. Catching Henry's clear annoyance, she raised an eyebrow at him and said, with a distant smile, "Well, looks like she holds ill feelings against me." Noticing Gianna's mood shift, Blake Caldwell quickly stepped in before the important conversation could fall apart. He pulled Henry and Isabelle, who were in front of him, aside and handed Gianna a report. Surprisingly gently, he said, "Gianna, you're the heiress of the Caldwell family in Roynfort. "Nineteen years ago, an incident led to you and Isabelle getting switched. I'm really sorry, Gianna. On behalf of the whole family, I apologize to you. "Oh, and let me introduce myself. I'm Blake, the second son of the Caldwell family and your real brother. This is Henry, our big brother, and this girl... is the one who was mistakenly taken home instead of you all those years ago." But Gianna just stood there, making no move to take the report. Blake's hand hung awkwardly in the air for too long, creating a tense silence. After a long pause, Gianna finally stepped forward, stopping right in front of Blake. Her posture was relaxed, but her gaze was coolly sarcastic. She said, "So, you only just figured out I'm the Caldwell family's heiress after all these years? What's the plan? Bring me back to play second fiddle to your precious sister?" Blake froze, staring at Gianna. Her frosty, almost mocking smirk hit him hard. Her cold words felt like a punch to the gut. It was true that he had only just found out, but the worst part was that he hadn't even pieced it together himself. Edward from the White family, an outsider, had figured it out first. Recalling how Edward had looked at them with disappointment, Blake stood there, completely speechless, unsure of what to say. Chapter 2 Then Get Lost Soon Blake felt a sharp sting in his eyes as Gianna looked at him with an icy stare. A bitter feeling started to rise in his chest, but he pushed it down and lowered his head. He said, "I'm really sorry, Gianna. You've been through so much over the years. From now on, I promise to treat you like I treat Bella. I won't let anything bad happen to you." As Blake spoke, Isabelle quickly turned to Gianna. "I'm sorry, Gianna. It's my fault. I shouldn't have treated you poorly. I don't expect anything in return. I just hope you won't force me to leave. I have nowhere else to go but the Caldwell family." She hoped her words would ease the tension, worried that Gianna would come after her. But Gianna wasn't interested in being appeased. She shot Isabelle a sharp, sidelong glance. The moment their eyes met, Isabelle felt overwhelming pressure, almost suffocating. Gianna gave a cold, half-smile. "Forget it. I can't stand someone who calls me 'hostile' on our first meeting and still expects to live in the same house. "Besides, you've been with the Caldwell family for over ten years. Don't tell me you never made any real connections? Now that you're leaving, are they really too stingy to give you a little money to stay in a new place?" Each word hit Isabelle hard, making her eyes widen in surprise. She never thought Gianna, whom she assumed was just rough around the edges, could be this harsh. It seemed like Gianna really was considering kicking her out. Isabelle, who had always lived a life of luxury, couldn't accept this. She thought, 'Is she really trying to take everything from me? Just because she's the true heiress of the Caldwell family, she thinks she can walk all over me? 'The Caldwell family would never want someone like her, who was pulled up from some small fishing town and dressed like she's from the depressed area, with only a middle school education. She still smells like fish and acts like a total brute. How tacky.' Isabelle refused to accept it. Blake had just revealed Gianna's background. At a young age, Gianna climbed walls, fought kids, and hung out with troublemakers. Isabelle thought, 'How could the Caldwell family take her seriously? She's just a hopeless delinquent. They're only playing along for Edward. Does Gianna really think she can win people over with her looks? What a joke. 'I've received the finest education since I was young, with one-on-one lessons in etiquette, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. 'Gianna? She's just some nobody dragged in from a small fishing town, clueless about everything. There's no way the elite in Roynfort would accept someone like her, who is arrogant and useless.' Thinking this made Isabelle feel better, though she kept up her innocent act. "Well, Gianna, I didn't expect you to think like that. Do you really believe family and love can be bought with money? "Honestly, the Caldwell family means more to me than any real family ever could. If that's your view, fine. If you want me gone, I'll leave." Once she finished speaking, she lowered her head, clutching her dress as sadness washed over her. But no one noticed the calculating glint in her eyes. Gianna stared at Isabelle, who kept her head down, for a long moment before letting out a cold snort. "Then get lost soon." Those words froze Isabelle in place. Her smug expression turned to shock, and she was unable to grasp what she had just heard. 'What does Gianna mean? I'm already doing her a favor by being polite, and now she's telling me to leave right in front of Blake? Who does she think she is?' Isabelle wondered. She trembled with anger, gripping her jaw so tightly that it hurt as she glared at Gianna, but she forced herself to stay calm on the outside. After saying that, Gianna grabbed the report Blake had been holding and skimmed it casually. Then her gaze fell on the stamp at the bottom. Suddenly, she changed her mind. The Caldwell family was ranked third among the top five families in the country, but to Gianna, it was just a trifling matter. What truly caught her eye was that Edward had included this as a birthday gift, likely hoping to make her feel some kind of family warmth. But Gianna didn't care about family. For nineteen years, the Caldwell family hadn't noticed anything off. If Edward hadn't revealed the truth, they probably wouldn't have realized their daughters were switched until the Caldwell family was in serious trouble. Going back to a family that couldn't even tell their own kids apart would be pointless. But there was one thing Gianna did care about. That was the Caldwell Group, the family business. It was worth a fortune, and Gianna only had a few businesses in Roynfort. If she could get her hands on the Caldwell Group, she'd make even more money to fund her experiments. 'Well, might as well check out the so-called family,' Gianna thought. Gianna hadn't smiled since she met them, partly because the Caldwell family had left a bad impression on her. She finished reading the report with a blank expression, didn't even bother handing it back to Blake, and tossed it aside. Papers scattered across the floor, leaving the three in front of her stunned. Gianna shoved her hands into her pockets, shot a bored glance at Blake and Henry, and said, "Fine, I'll go back. So stop dawdling. Let's hit the road." Her tone was lazy and indifferent, like she was going back to call out the Caldwell family and couldn't care less about their fancy fortune. She stood there, calm and powerful, like a snow-capped mountain, making anyone who looked at her instinctively take a step back. But there was no way someone who'd grown up in rough conditions should have that kind of presence. Ordinary people wouldn't carry themselves like that. That was exactly what flashed through Henry's and Blake's minds after she spoke. They wondered if they were imagining things. On one hand, if someone grew up in a place like that, they would likely have to be tough to avoid being pushed over. It made sense, but something about her still didn't add up. Isabelle's expression darkened. She couldn't believe Gianna was actually going through with this. She always thought Gianna would realize she didn't fit in high society. But Gianna really had the nerve to go back to the family. "Yeah, you had better agree. We're all family now, and we'll be living together. If you need anything, just ask. It's getting late, so let's discuss the rest when we get home. Bella, stop sulking and keep quiet for now," Henry said. Henry shook off his complicated thoughts, still looking frosty as he glanced at Gianna, who seemed completely unfazed, and then at Isabelle, who looked as if she had just been hurt. He tuned out whatever Gianna was saying, convinced that since the truth came to light, the two girls would surely revert to their true identities. However, he wouldn't let Isabelle go, and the family elders would never permit her to leave. When Henry spoke, Isabelle nodded sweetly. "Okay, Henry." Then she rushed to his side, giving Gianna a nervous glance. Gianna snorted to herself. 'So that's why Edward keeps bringing up Isabelle. She's quite annoying. I barely said anything, and she's already playing the victim,' she thought. Feeling a bit sick to her stomach, Gianna said, not bothering to hide her indifference, "I'm going back to pack my things." Just as she was about to leave, Isabelle called out, "Wait, Gianna. You don't need to pack anything. The house has everything you need. If you want something, ask Mom. If she sees your stuff, she might look down on it." Diana was strict about cleanliness. Blake and Henry both knew that, so Isabelle wasn't wrong. But Gianna just laughed. "My stuff isn't trash. What's her deal? If she has a problem, she shouldn't ask me to go back. Since she did, she'll have to deal with it." Blake couldn't help but retort, "Don't say that. Mom has OCD about cleanliness. Naturally, she can't bear it. But honestly, it's not your fault." Gianna turned back and said slowly, "So, she had no problem raising a girl who wasn't even hers for nineteen years, but now that her real daughter shows up, she can't handle it? What's her excuse?" Before Blake could say anything, Gianna added lazily, "I have a temper, and I don't let things go easily. If I hear something I don't want to hear again, someone might lose their tongue." That last line hit Blake hard. He felt the powerful dominance of someone truly in charge. As Gianna's voice faded away, Isabelle's face kept changing colors, going from green to white, like a mood ring. Blake listened to Gianna's relaxed and unconcerned tone, zoning out for a moment before going quiet. 'Yeah, Gianna is the real daughter. Why would anyone have a problem with that?' he thought. But Isabelle had grown up with them, the little princess everyone in the Caldwell family loved. She was the perfect heiress, raised to be a socialite. Recently, even the White family, a famous music family in Roynfort, had seen Isabelle's hard work. It was only a matter of time before she won Edward's favor. Edward was also the one who told the Caldwell family about Gianna. He probably had his own reasons. Maybe he just wanted to see how they treated their real heiress. This was also a perfect chance to put Isabelle back in the spotlight, letting her shine as the one and only white swan everyone admired. Honestly, Blake couldn't help but support Isabelle. After all, he had seen how talented and hardworking she was. But Gianna was a different story. After looking into her past, they learned she had dropped out before finishing middle school. She had been stuck working odd jobs in that small fishing town and didn't have any real skills. In the tough high society of Roynfort, she was just a joke. But none of that was her choice. Maybe in a place like that, just getting by was all she could do. From start to finish, Gianna was never to blame. It was her so-called family that was completely wrong. If they wanted to make it up to her, they could never truly repay what they owed. Chapter 3 Not To Be Treated Unfairly Benjamin and Betsy exchanged a glance, silently but unable to resist glancing back at Isabelle. To their surprise, Isabelle shot them a furious look, her eyes full of disdain and hatred. Benjamin thought, 'With Gianna around, let's see how long she can be so arrogant.' Betsy thought, 'Looks like another person is about to get taken down by Gianna. Seriously, who dares challenge her?' Gianna had never lost a fight since childhood. Not long ago, she took on a massive, aggressive mastiff at the town entrance. It was about the size of two grown men and over 200 pounds. She handled it effortlessly. Benjamin counted five punches, all landed perfectly. Gianna was on top of the mastiff, hitting its face with each punch aimed right at its eyes, almost popping them out. In Gianna's eyes, Isabelle and her pretentious attitude were nothing. Benjamin thought, 'What's with her arrogance?' The weather was steamy. Benjamin, Henry, and the others were standing there, casually chatting about Gianna. Isabelle was the only one looking annoyed. With Blake beside her, she didn't even bother to look at Benjamin or the others and ended up directing all her frustration at Betsy. Betsy was startled for a moment by Isabelle's glare, but she quickly shot back with a dramatic eye roll, making Isabelle so mad that she looked like she might stomp her foot. Gianna rounded the corner and disappeared from their sight. She reached up to grab the black baseball cap she had left hanging on a tree branch. Then she turned around, took a few steps, and tossed the cap onto her head with a casual swagger. Her legs were so smooth that they seemed to glow in the sunlight, perfectly shaped like something straight out of a designer's sketch. No one could look away. Just then, a guy who had just parked nearby caught sight of something white out of the corner of his eye and instinctively turned to look. When his deep eyes locked onto Gianna's casually walking figure, his heart skipped a beat and then raced. He found himself unable to look away as Gianna walked toward him. In the bright daylight, her skin was so glowy that it made her white shirt look dull, almost blinding. She wore a black baseball cap, but even that couldn't conceal her stunning face beneath it. The hem of her shirt was tied loosely around her waist, revealing a sliver of skin and a hint of abs. With the play of sunlight and shadows, one could even see two faint abs. She radiated wild, untamed energy. Julian Stone was taken aback, completely dazed. For the first time, a girl truly amazed him. Roynfort was filled with beautiful women, but Julian had never paid much attention to them. He only interacted with them when necessary for business. He never expected to encounter someone this unreal and breathtaking. After years of not caring, he felt something stirring inside. He stood behind an oak tree about 7 feet tall, peeking through the leaves as Gianna came closer. Honestly, Julian never imagined he'd find himself acting like a Peeping Tom. Just then, his phone rang at the worst possible moment. Panic surged for a second, and just as Julian reached for his phone, he met Gianna's cool, piercing gaze as she glanced in his direction behind the oak tree, and then their eyes locked. In that moment, it was as if fireworks went off in Julian's mind. He was utterly stunned, unable to look away from Gianna. But Gianna only gave him a quick look, didn't linger, tugged the brim of her cap lower, and walked toward a nearby house, disappearing before Julian even realized it. Julian's mind cleared quickly. 'Is she going to the same place as me? Could it be...' he wondered. He instantly figured this wasn't just a coincidence, but he didn't rush after her. Instead, he stepped back and leaned against his car, keeping his gaze fixed on where Gianna had vanished. A few minutes later, he spotted her again, this time with a stuffed black backpack slung over her shoulders and a pair of rose-gold-rimmed glasses that added a rebellious vibe. She looked like she was heading somewhere. Julian watched her departing figure for a while and then snapped out of it. He pulled out his phone and called the person who had rung him earlier. "Hello." "Mr. Stone, nothing in the west town. Anything on your end?" his guy said. Julian considered everything that had just happened and shook his head. "Nope. Come back." Drifter had told Julian to stay put, but after over an hour of waiting, he still hadn't seen her. His crew had already checked the house Gianna just walked into. It was empty, not a trace left behind. 'Where did that bag even come from? How did she get it?' he thought. ***** After more than ten minutes, Gianna finally showed up again. She wore rose-gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, giving off a relaxed yet edgy vibe. A black backpack hung over her shoulders, bulging and clinking with mysterious items inside. Gianna had one hand in her pocket and the other clutching her backpack strap with a piece of candy in her mouth, radiating a tough, cool energy. "Let's go," she said. Blake watched her, noticing how laid-back she seemed, as if she had no expectations for a better life. He reflected on the fact that Gianna was nearly nineteen, old enough to grasp the reality that her parents might not prioritize her. She could very well be treated like a visitor in their lives. He sincerely hoped that wouldn't be the case. Blake reached for her backpack, but Gianna brushed past him without a word and headed straight for the car. As luck would have it, it was the same vehicle Henry, Blake, and Isabelle had arrived in. The other two cars were for bodyguards, just in case anything went wrong. Henry observed Gianna's carefree and rough demeanor. He sighed heavily, clearly annoyed. "Wait!" Isabelle suddenly called out to Gianna, her voice sharper and more urgent than usual as she looked directly at Gianna. The shout almost made Henry's ears ring. "What's up?" Blake noticed Isabelle was acting differently. She was usually so proper and quiet, never raising her voice. Something seemed off about her after they arrived in this fishing town. She looked anxious, as if she feared the Caldwell family might turn her away. Despite Gianna's constant urging for Isabelle to walk away from the Caldwell family, it was evident that she was toying with her emotions and leading her on for her own amusement. Blake thought, 'Looks like Gianna isn't one to mess with. She's actually pretty interesting, not a pushover at all.' The Caldwell family was known for their tough love, so Gianna's attitude fit right in. Margaret Caldwell had always wanted granddaughters to spoil, never knowing that the beloved granddaughter had been switched at birth. Isabelle clung to Blake's sleeve, looking helpless as she glanced at Gianna, who was about to open the car door. "Blake, I get carsick, and that fishy smell will make it worse. Could you ask Gianna to take another car, just this once?" Her voice was soft, delicate, innocent, and harmless. She made sure Gianna could hear her as she reached for the door. Gianna paused briefly and then slid into the leather seat and closed the door with a firm bang. Turning to the open car window, Gianna looked outside wearily. With her red lips slightly parted, she said concisely, "I can't be unfairly treated." If Isabelle couldn't stand compromising, there was no way that Gianna had to put up with this unfairness. It just didn't make sense. Isabelle was furious that she clenched her fists, but when Blake and Henry glanced her way, she quickly hid her anger. Betsy couldn't stand it anymore. She rolled her eyes dramatically and spoke up for Gianna. She said, "Gianna may have grown up here, but she's a total neat freak. She showers every day, and she doesn't smell bad at all. "I'm not sure if you're just spoiled or have some stereotype about us fisherfolk, but yeah, we hit the sea every day and still stay clean." Henry hadn't expected Gianna to be such a clean freak. He thought she must have picked that trait up from her mother, and it made him feel a bit sorry for her. He noticed a slight scent of lavender laundry detergent on her clothes, which were clean but showed signs of wear. The edges were yellowing, and her white sneakers were well-worn. Henry thought, 'It seems like Gianna's had a tough time all these years. All the comforts that Isabelle enjoys should have been Gianna's, but when they were kids...' In the end, it all came down to their own families. Both girls were victims, but Gianna had likely suffered the most. She had spent nineteen years in a tough environment, while Isabelle enjoyed all the luxuries that should have been hers. There was no way they could be treated equally. If the family had favorites, Blake'd side with Gianna. Blake watched the car window roll up, glanced down briefly, and then shot a look at the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard understood and pulled out a bank card. Blake handed it to Benjamin. After all, Benjamin and his family had been raising Gianna for nineteen years, so it was only fair to return the favor. Blake nodded slightly to Benjamin. "Thank you for taking care of Gianna for all these years. Here's some money for everything. Think of it as compensation for your trouble. It's just 10 million. Please accept it." Blake had calculated that 10 million from the start. At first, it didn't register, but now it hit him that this was just Isabelle's pocket money for three years. Paying for nineteen years of raising Gianna with three years of pocket change was wildly unfair. Yet when Benjamin heard the amount, he wasn't surprised at all. He just wore a serious expression and said, "You don't need to give me that money. Just make sure you treat Gianna well. There's something else you should know. "When Gianna was five, a crazy old lady at the edge of town locked her in a cellar for two whole weeks. "By the time we got her out, she was hanging on by a thread. Doctors had to remove almost half of her stomach, and now she has low blood sugar. There's more, but I can't explain it all. "You guys should take her to a real hospital to get her checked out. We're just country folks, but I've heard Dr. Frank Turner at Roynfortian General Hospital really knows his stuff. If you can, take her along and let Dr. Turner check on her." Benjamin spoke slowly, each word sounding heavy with seriousness. There was no doubt he was telling the truth. Blake and Henry were shocked. When they snapped back to reality, they were both sweating in the car. Blake thought, 'I had it all wrong. I thought Gianna just had a tough upbringing, but I never realized she almost died in that cellar. No wonder she looks so skinny. She probably barely weighs 90 pounds. 'Almost half her stomach was gone. What did Gianna go through that year to lose so much? She was just a little kid. How hopeless must she have felt back then?' Isabelle was placed into another car, seething with anger. 'Why? It's just low blood sugar and half a stomach. It's not that serious. She didn't die, anyway,' she thought. Honestly, Isabelle wished Gianna had just passed away in that cellar. Then people would sigh over her bad luck and move on. If Gianna had died, all those secrets would have gone to the grave with her, and the Caldwell family would have never learned the truth about the switch. Isabelle wished Gianna would drop dead. To her, she was the rightful heiress of the Caldwell family. Jealousy churned inside her refused to let go. That bitter thought took root deep within her, gnawing away at her sanity until she couldn't shake it off. There was no way Isabelle would allow Gianna to stay with the Caldwell family for long. If they started acting like a real family, there would be no place for Isabelle. When that day came, she'd be the one who got kicked out for good. Chapter 4 Yeah, She's Pretty Cute "Julian, maybe we should go. Dr. Drifter isn't here and might be messing with us," Emanuel Carrillo said. Three men stood outside Gianna's house. They dressed much more simply than the locals. Julian wore a black shirt and a black baseball cap with a flawless and healthy complexion. Under the cap, his narrow eyes looked disappointed. A small mole near his eye gave him a cool look. His mask hid most of his face. No one could see how he felt. The other two wore dark brown shirts and casual pants. One had black glasses. The other wore a cap like Julian's. "I know you want to help your grandma. But be real. Drifter is strange. You can't just call and expect Drifter to come," said Andrew Beretta, the man with the black cap. He added, "Really, like Emanuel said. Drifter is probably playing games with us." The two friends leaned against the crumbling red brick wall, looking pretty annoyed that Drifter had stood them up. Julian lowered his gaze, staying silent. No one could tell if he was even listening. 'That girl from earlier...' he wondered. "Julian? Julian?" Andrew called out, thinking Julian was feeling down since he hadn't said anything for a while. But then Andrew realized that wasn't it. Julian, who usually paid close attention, was completely lost in thought. Andrew gave him a curious glance and nudged him with his elbow. Julian snapped back to reality, the glimmer of amazement in his eyes fading. "What's up?" he asked. When they got out of the car nearby earlier, Gianna had really caught Julian off guard. His heart raced, and he couldn't stop thinking about her, as if he'd been enchanted. Andrew said, "Well, we should stop waiting. Drifter probably left, just playing us for fools. Drifter isn't the only one who can cure your grandma. I'm pretty well-known, even overseas. Just give me a chance, alright?" Andrew frowned. They had agreed to meet in this small fishing town last night, but after checking nearly every house, no one seemed to know who Drifter was. He thought, 'We've already ruled out pretty much every middle-aged person in town. Could it be that the medical genius all those foreign experts are chasing after is actually just some teenager or someone in their twenties? 'Is the world really that different now? Are prodigies like Julian, with all his awards and recognition, just commonplace these days?' "I trust you, but I can't gamble with my grandma's life. The virus she has? Only Drifter can handle it. I'm out of options. Maybe something urgent came up for Drifter," Julian said quietly. Honestly, no one felt more defeated than he did. Since Drifter showed up, Julian had seen her as the standard he aimed for, always pushing himself to exceed every limit. But Drifter felt completely out of reach on a different level, viewing any tricky medical issue as a piece of cake. Even in the case of early-stage cancer, Drifter could find a way to treat it and help save lives. With a mix of modern and traditional medical techniques, Drifter had become a legend in the healthcare world. For five years, everyone had been chasing Drifter, but no one had even come close. Andrew glanced at Julian, who looked really down, and let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his forehead. "This is on Drifter. We already paid the consultation fee, and now Drifter is ghosting us. Not even a heads-up? That's pretty shady." He tossed an arm around Julian's shoulder and joked, "Whatever. Today has been a total mess. So, what were you daydreaming about? Did you see something interesting? Was it a pretty girl?" Honestly, it was a pointless question. Julian was all about business. Girls were never on his mind. But after asking, Andrew started to wonder if he was imagining things. He was surprised to catch a glimpse of something unrecognizable in Julian's eyes. Under his mask, Julian's lips turned up slightly. "Yeah, she's pretty cute." His words left Andrew speechless. He stared at Julian's masked face like he'd seen a ghost, struggling to process it. "Seriously? I didn't see any pretty girls around. Have you been single for so long that you're starting to see things? "Want me to set you up with a few? What kind of girls do you like? The wild ones? The sweet and innocent type? Or are you secretly into those anime characters?" Andrew seemed to forget what kind of guy Julian really was. He kept rambling on, totally missing how Julian's expression was turning stormy. "Let's go," Julian said, his voice icy. That chill in Julian's tone froze Andrew in place. 'Crap, I almost hit a nerve. How did I forget that though we're friends, Julian's still the one in charge?' he thought, feeling a bit nervous. He quickly pulled his arm back and stood obediently by Julian's side. After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "So, what about Drifter? Are you planning to talk in person or send messages tonight? We really can't afford to delay with your grandma's health." "The hospital is watching her 24/7, and she's getting those shots every twelve hours. First thing, we need to find out who poisoned her, and maybe the culprit knows how to fix this," Julian replied. Half a month ago, they discovered that Brielle Stone, Julian's grandma, had been poisoned with something mysterious. Nothing in the books could handle it. Julian spent ten days in the lab, but he came up empty. Every day the poison lingered in her system was another day her life hung by a thread. Now, she needed those shots just to stop the toxin from destroying her bones and organs. She could go at any moment. Strangely, Brielle always seemed perfectly fine, just as healthy as anyone else, and her weekly checkups never raised any concerns. The only hint Julian had was that it was a slow-acting poison, likely given to her three years ago. Soon, Julian snapped out of his thoughts. Andrew felt a twinge of regret, thinking, 'Look at him. He's gone through so much. This isn't how a wealthy kid from Roynfort should act. If I were in his shoes, I would have sent a whole crew to drag Drifter here.' "You're too much of a straight shooter, Julian. Yeah, Drifter is a genius, but that temper of Drifter is wild," Andrew said. "Despite that temper, we still have respect for Drifter, don't we? Without Drifter, we wouldn't be where we are now," Julian responded. He went on, "I have no other options. Right now, Drifter is my last chance. I have to hold onto that. I can't just stand by and watch Grandma... die right in front of me." His words lingered in the air, filled with despair and helplessness. He knew Andrew was trying to support him, but at that moment, Drifter was the only one who could help Brielle. Even Julian, with all his pride, had to put it aside when it came to Drifter. "Okay, I get it. You're out of options. Let's go. Looks like today is a bust," Andrew said. Julian stood up and took a last look at the shabby house. The image of that carefree girl kept replaying in his mind. He knew he shouldn't be focused on her now, but he couldn't shake her from his thoughts. Just as Julian was about to get into the car, his phone buzzed at the worst possible time. He grabbed his phone, frowning as he read the messages. He stood frozen for a brief moment and then dashed toward the house as if he'd lost his mind. Drifter: [Something came up. I'll refund your deposit.] Drifter: [Once you're in town, go to the last house in the third row. Inside, the room on the left has a white bottle on the table. The meds inside will allow the patient to live a month longer, no matter what poison it is.] Drifter: [I'll keep my promise within a month.] Seeing Julian act out of character, the two friends with him exchanged surprised looks and hurried after him. Soon, they found Julian carefully placing a tiny medicine bottle into his pocket, his face lighting up with relief and joy. Chapter 5 Wait For Me To Clean House Night had fallen, and the sky was pitch black, but the Caldwell residence shone brightly. The 500,000-square-foot manor stood out against the darkness, glowing with lights. As soon as the car came to a stop, Isabelle hurried over and eagerly opened the door for Gianna before she even had a chance to step out. Isabelle tilted her head and batted her lashes, trying to look innocent as she gave Gianna an overly sweet smile from outside the car. But then she leaned in, lowering her voice so only Gianna could hear. "Now that you're back, you'd better know your place. You really need to drop those low-class habits. "Mom and Dad don't actually want you here, so don't think you matter. If you ever cross me, I'll make sure you're out of here before you know it." Gianna hated being talked to like that. 'Threatening me?' she thought. While Isabelle reveled in her own smugness, Gianna's hand shot out and tightened around Isabelle's neck, yanking her forward. Gianna's grip was strong, making it hard for Isabelle to breathe. "Let... go... of... me," Isabelle choked out, her face drained of all color in less than three seconds. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she scratched at Gianna's hand, desperate to escape. But Gianna didn't loosen her grip at all. Gianna was only a hand's breadth away from Isabelle, her eyes filled with a cold, lethal intensity. When their gazes locked, Isabelle froze, forgetting to breathe or even fight back. A chill ran down her spine, freezing her in place. Gianna's stare was colder than death itself, so terrifying that it made Isabelle feel less than human. "You need to learn your place," Gianna said flatly and coldly. "Watch your mouth. If you ever say something that pisses me off, I won't hesitate to take you down." Her fingers dug deeper into Isabelle's neck, emphasizing her threat. Gianna had kept her emotions in check since getting into the car. She wanted to instill genuine fear in Isabelle and show her what messing with the wrong person could lead to. What would happen next was anyone's guess. With her grip still tight, Gianna rendered Isabelle speechless. Terror filled Isabelle's eyes as she realized Gianna had actually tried to strangle her right from the car, without a moment's hesitation. All her brain could focus on was the struggle for air, causing everything to blur around her. Fortunately, the pain didn't last too long. After what felt like forever, Gianna finally showed a bit of mercy, not by releasing her but by shoving Isabelle away. The shove seemed light but had a significant impact. Isabelle stumbled back a few steps before crashing to the ground. "Gianna, I was just trying to open the door for you. I didn't mean any harm. Why did you..." Isabelle lay there, looking up at Gianna with tears streaming down her face, her voice shaky and breaking off as she struggled to finish her sentence. Gianna barely glanced at Isabelle as she ignored her feeble question. She grabbed her things, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut indifferently behind her without looking back. From Blake's perspective, he saw Isabelle open the car door for Gianna and then lean down to whisper something. But the next moment, Isabelle was yanked right up to Gianna. About ten seconds later, Gianna let go, and Isabelle fell to the ground, looking completely defeated. Blake thought, 'Wait, Gianna was the one who attacked Isabelle. But why?' Blake had a gut feeling that he shouldn't doubt Gianna. After a moment of thought, he looked at Isabelle with a mixed expression and let out a sigh. There was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his usually gentle eyes. He said, "Bella, I appreciate you opening the door for Gianna. "Just because Gianna grew up in the fishing town doesn't mean people from there are all rough or unreasonable. Now that you both live here, I hope you can get along. If not, there's only so much I can do for you." For the first time in years, after Isabelle had been "bullied," Blake didn't defend her. Instead, he sided with Gianna, "an outsider," and told Isabelle she needed to work it out. Isabelle, still on the ground, turned pale. She looked at Blake with confusion as if he were a stranger. She thought, 'He can't actually mean that. I'm the one who got hurt. Just because his real sister Gianna is back, he treats me like this now?' Isabelle lay there, frozen in shock, for what felt like forever, but nobody offered to help her up. 'So they really want me out of the house?' she thought bitterly. 'Fine, Gianna. I'll see if Mom and Dad really accept you, a rude, useless girl, as their real daughter.' Blake had already turned his attention away from Isabelle. He trusted his instincts. Sure, Gianna seemed arrogant and rude, and he'd even seen her kick Isabelle without saying a word. But he knew not to judge someone by appearances. 'What did Bella say to Gianna that made her pull her like that before even getting out of the car?' he wondered. 'I couldn't hear what was happening inside.' After waiting a long time with no one coming to help, Isabelle finally forced herself to stand, filled with anger. Every part of her chest, knees, and calves throbbed with pain. 'Damn you, Gianna. Are you trying to prove something? Where do you get the audacity?' Isabelle thought, her anger boiling over. 'Fine, let's see who's still standing in the end.' ***** Gianna had already been inside the manor for a while, but now she found herself faced with someone who clearly didn't know his place. Standing in front of her was Greyson, a middle-aged man in a butler's uniform. He held his chin high and wore a sour, mean expression. His lips twisted into a sneer, full of arrogance and disdain. With a sharp gaze, he looked Gianna up and down. She vaguely resembled the lady of the house, but her expression was unreadable. After sizing her up, he shot her a scornful look, took in her plain clothes, and let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Where do you come from, you beggar? Do you even know where you are? Someone like you doesn't belong here. Get lost before you ruin the carpet. It's worth more than you are," Greyson sneered. He thought, 'So this is the girl from the fishing town Isabelle mentioned. She looks a bit like Mrs. Caldwell, but she lacks even a fraction of Isabelle's class. 'She has that scrappy, low-class vibe and doesn't look like someone who stays out of trouble. I really don't understand why Mrs. Caldwell had Henry bring her back. Isn't this just asking for trouble for the Caldwell family?' Gianna shot him an icy, dismissive glance, her annoyance clear. "Move," she snapped, not wanting to waste more words on him. If he had any sense and stepped aside, she'd let it go. 'These people are ridiculous,' Gianna thought. 'If it weren't for Edward and the Caldwell family's money, I wouldn't even glance at them. Seriously, what kind of dump did they drag me to? The ride here was so bumpy that it nearly rattled my brain.' But Greyson just didn't know his place. Instead of stepping aside, he grew impatient and reached out to shove Gianna. Before his hand could even touch her, Gianna took him down with one swift motion, slamming him hard onto the polished floor. The loud thud of his body hitting the ground made anyone's heart skip a beat, but it was nothing compared to Greyson's scream, a desperate shriek that sounded like a pig being butchered. As soon as Greyson hit the floor, it felt like his soul had been knocked out of him. His head was ringing, pain shot through his body, and his vision blurred. He couldn't even get up. He just clutched his head and cried, utterly humiliated. Greyson's hystBenjaminal screams echoed through the house. Blake and the others were almost at the door when they heard it. Isabelle, still a mess, immediately recognized Greyson's voice. 'Why does he sound like he's crying?' she wondered. 'Did Gianna actually beat him up? This is awesome. She just got here and took down Greyson. Isn't that just a slap in Mom's face?' A flash of malice crossed Isabelle's face, but she quickly hid it. She grabbed Henry's sleeve, putting on her best worried act, her brows furrowed in fake concern. "Henry, why is Greyson crying? Did Gianna..." She let her words linger, leaving the rest unsaid, but it was enough to make both Blake and Henry start imagining the worst. Henry thought back to the few times he had actually met Gianna, a frown forming on his face. But he reminded himself inwardly, 'Don't jump to conclusions. Don't believe everything you hear. See it for yourself. I need to check what's really happening, or I'll end up causing a huge misunderstanding right after Gianna's return.' After a long pause, he finally moved toward the front door, his expression hard as stone. As soon as he entered, Gianna's voice cut through the air, cold and a bit rough. "So, the Caldwell family just sits around while the trash piles up? Were you all waiting for me to come back and clean it myself?" she asked. Gianna didn't even look up when she heard the noise at the door. She took her time, slowly wiping her hands with a disinfectant wipe. Anyone watching would think she'd just dealt with something revolting. And judging by the scene, the revolting thing was Greyson, who was still squirming on the floor like a wriggling maggot. Gianna casually tossed the wipe, and it landed right on Greyson's twisted face. He began screaming, freaking out as if he had just seen a ghost. If there had been no one else around, someone might think Greyson was shrieking because someone had smeared a wipe soaked in sulfuric acid on him. Henry's ears were ringing from Greyson's screams, and irritation flashed across his face. His lips pressed into a thin line, a vein pulsing at his temple. "Enough! What the hell happened here?" Gianna might be rebellious, but she wasn't the type to create trouble without a reason. Greyson, on the other hand, had gotten away with acting out for years. The Caldwell family had always been lenient with him, grateful for how he had looked after Bennett and Margaret. Henry had heard Greyson bossing people around and bullying others more than a few times, but with his busy schedule, he just ignored it. Now, as soon as Gianna walked into the house, Greyson was sprawled on the floor, and Isabelle was throwing out half-baked accusations, almost begging everyone to believe Gianna was the cause of it. 'But Gianna's so small and weak. How could she possibly take down a 150-pound butler? She barely looks like she weighs 80 or 90 pounds,' Henry thought. 'Is that even possible?' After Henry spoke, Gianna slowly turned around, casually sticking her rough, callused hands in her pockets. She still had that intimidating vibe, as if she couldn't care less about anyone in the room. "I'm not scared of the truth. If you want answers, check the security footage. Don't blame me for things I didn't do," Gianna said. Her calm eyes swept over Henry's tight frown and Isabelle's anxious face. Isabelle couldn't take Gianna's chilling stare any longer. She got flustered and tried to shift the blame. "Gianna, what are you talking about? Greyson's been with the Caldwell family for years. It's no surprise he wouldn't recognize you. "Did you really have to go that far with Greyson? Maybe this is all just a big misunderstanding?" Basically, Isabelle was trying to paint Gianna as an unreasonable brute who picked fights for no reason, like she was just some roughneck from the barbarous land. Isabelle was still putting on that fake innocent act, and it made Gianna even more annoyed. 'Why do I keep wanting to wipe that fake innocence off Isabelle's face?' Gianna thought. When Gianna stayed silent, Isabelle felt a surge of resentment and discomfort, and her hatred for Gianna grew. But once Isabelle calmed down, she realized that before they picked up Gianna, her mom, Diana Caldwell, had made sure Greyson knew someone was coming. With the Caldwell family's strict security system, there was no way anyone could walk in without everyone knowing. There was no way Greyson couldn't have guessed Gianna was the visitor. 'Damn,' Isabelle thought. 'I got so caught up trying to show Gianna who's in charge that I completely forgot what Mom told me this morning. Mom and Dad will be home soon. If I don't fix this mess fast, Mom will be disappointed in me.' "Gianna, maybe Greyson was just tired today and forgot—" Isabelle mumbled. Before Isabelle could finish her sentence, Gianna interrupted with a sarcastic laugh, choosing not to reply. 'Only Isabelle would pull something so ridiculous,' Gianna thought to herself. 'She's just trying to assert her dominance and remind me who the real daughter is.' Every time Isabelle called her with that fake sweetness, Gianna seriously felt like gagging. Blake stood back, observing everything unfold. He quickly grasped what Gianna was hinting at. Sure, Greyson could be annoying, but he was always professional at his work. "Could Isabelle have told him to act like that?" Blake wondered. However, Blake wasn't one to jump to conclusions. 'I should check the security cameras before making any accusations,' he thought. After a moment of thought, Blake turned to Gianna with a serious expression. "There are security cameras in the living room. I'll check the footage myself. Don't worry. When we pull it up, you'll get the truth. "You've been traveling for hours without anything to eat or drink. Let me get someone to take you for a snack. Once you've eaten, we can put this whole thing behind us, okay?" Blake suddenly realized he hadn't considered Gianna's well-being during the drive. He'd been too focused on the road. Now, with his own stomach rumbling, he thought, 'Gianna must be starving, too.' He trusted Gianna. Maybe it was their family bond, but he knew she wasn't the type to start trouble. She only fought back when someone pushed her first. If she lashed out at Greyson, he likely had it coming. Gianna simply gave a dismissive hum, shooting a quick glance at Isabelle, who was staring at the ground, looking guilty. Then Gianna slung her bag over her shoulder and walked away, not bothering to look back, her strides carefree and unconcerned. As Blake watched her leave, he noticed how thin she was. The loose shirt seemed to engulf her. She appeared isolated, as if she didn't belong anywhere. He lowered his gaze with a quiet sigh, his heart in a knot. 'She's all alone in this unfamiliar place, with no one on her side. Maybe she's just as scared as anyone else would be,' he thought. After Gianna left, Isabelle started crying, gasping between sobs. She turned to Henry and Blake, exclaiming, "Are you just going to stand there and let her bully me? "Why does she get to treat me like this? All I wanted was to get along with her. My neck hurts so much." Blake hesitated before releasing a helpless sigh. He said, "But she doesn't like you calling her that. No matter how much you want to be friends, she should have the choice." If it were him, being repeatedly reminded of his identity by someone he didn't even like would definitely irritate him, too. So, he understood why Gianna snapped and hit Isabelle. 'Hopefully, Isabelle gets the message now,' he thought. Isabelle took in Blake's words, each one hitting her hard. She was in disbelief, her anger simmering. The spot where Gianna had struck her was still sore for real. No one had hit Isabelle in her life. She'd always been pampered, and she never had to suffer a single loss. But now, she'd been beaten up by a country bumpkin like Gianna. It was a big humiliation for her. And now, even Blake and Henry were acting like she was at fault. 'Figures. Blood really is thicker than water,' Isabelle thought bitterly. 'We've spent years together, but in the end, it doesn't compare to a sister they've only known for a few hours. Just because of some silly blood tie?' Isabelle couldn't wrap her mind around it. She thought, 'What does Gianna know? Sure, I'm not perfect, but I've accomplished things. I play music and chess, and I do calligraphy and painting. I have real talent. 'Gianna? She's someone who's been selling fish her whole life. If anyone's classy here, it's me.' Henry hadn't spoken during all of this, probably just siding with Blake. He thought, 'Maybe Gianna was a bit rough, but honestly, she wasn't wrong. She's not someone to mess with. People like us, when things get tough, we handle it with our fists. I actually admire that about her.' "Bella, when you opened the car door for Gianna, did you say anything to her?" Blake asked. The question caught Isabelle off guard. A chill ran down her spine, and she lowered her head, too ashamed to respond. Seeing her reaction, Blake quickly put it together. 'She must've said something to upset Gianna, and Gianna tried to choke her. If that's true, then Isabelle kind of had it coming. We've spoiled her too much," Blake thought. This time, Blake didn't bother scolding Isabelle about her guilty expression. Since he picked up Gianna, his disappointment in Isabelle had only grown. He could tell that Isabelle felt threatened. He thought, 'Is she afraid Gianna will take all the love? Or maybe the family fortune? Honestly, Isabelle isn't even blood-related. There's no way she'd inherit anything. At most, we might consider her as an adopted daughter because of the years she spent with us. 'Am I just reading too much into this, or is Isabelle really going after Gianna just to protect her comfortable life here? I honestly don't know.' Chapter 6 I'll Take Isabelle's Room After eating and getting some energy back, Gianna's lips started to regain their color. She didn't rush to leave. Instead, she pulled up a chair and sat by the door, relaxing her legs. She took out her phone and quietly went back to her sketching. She had been working on this design since yesterday and had already outlined the basic shapes. It was a dress design, the first project she'd taken on in years, and thankfully, there was still some room for creativity. It was getting close to dinner time, and her parents, Richard and Diana, would be home from work soon, so things needed to be ready quickly. But for some reason, with Gianna in the room, the kitchen, usually buzzing with activity, fell completely silent. Even the chef, known for his fiery temper, didn't dare speak and focused on his work with his head down. After checking the security footage, Blake stormed into the kitchen, his face filled with anger. He couldn't believe how disrespectfully Greyson had treated Gianna. 'Who does he think he is? Who's really in charge here?' Blake thought. Greyson's arrogant face kept replaying in Blake's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more disgusted he became. What really shocked Blake was that Gianna had taken Greyson down with just one hand. She flipped him over her shoulder and slammed him to the floor. From the sound of it, Greyson probably had a few broken ribs. Even now, Blake couldn't believe it. Gianna looked so fragile, like a gust of wind could knock her down, but appearances could be misleading. In the footage, Gianna had one hand casually in her pocket while effortlessly taking Greyson down in an instant. But at that moment, Blake wasn't concerned about Greyson at all. After Greyson had mistreated Gianna, Blake resolved to fire him. What really concerned Blake was Gianna. 'Why has she been in the kitchen so long? Maybe she's hurt and alone after what happened as soon as she got back,' he thought. Shaking off his worries, Blake signaled to a servant and said in a low, firm voice, "Settle Greyson's pay and tell him to pack his things and leave." The servant looked taken aback and hesitated. Greyson had been with the Caldwell family for over a decade and was practically Richard's right-hand man. Firing him was a significant decision. Seeing the servant still standing there, Blake frowned and shot him a stern look. "A butler who doesn't even recognize his employer's own daughter? If I don't fire him today, he'll start pushing around the Caldwell family tomorrow. "Why would I keep someone like that? Don't make me repeat myself. Just do as I said." Feeling Blake's frustration, the servant hurried off to fire Greyson as quickly as he could. ***** After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Blake headed to the kitchen, where Gianna was. He paused at the doorway and saw her sitting quietly by the door. With her head down and legs extended, she was completely absorbed in her phone so much that she hadn't noticed his arrival. Watching her in that quiet moment made Blake feel a sudden rush of tenderness. The more he looked at her, the more he fe

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