Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 7 Maybe It Was Wrong from the Beginning

Chapter 7 Maybe It Was Wrong from the Beginning

Roslin followed Linda upstairs.

Linda led Roslin to the second floor and walked to the end of the hallway. Roslin pushed open the door, and the room that came into view was the same one she had lived in in her previous life.

In her previous life, Linda warmly brought her upstairs to this room in the same way. At that time, when she saw the room for the first time, she was excited, nervous, and happy.

The room before her was so bright and spacious, with a faint fragrance in the air.

This kind of room only appeared in her dreams.

But now she had it.

She no longer had to live in a dark and damp room, worry about the house being washed away in a storm, or fear rain leaking into her room.

She no longer had to worry about mice and cockroaches crawling onto her bed and competing for territory with her.

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This was the room she had always dreamed of.

In her previous life, she only felt content and moved.

She was moved by Linda's thoughtfulness and her parents' kindness.

Even when she later found out that this room was the smallest and most remote in the house, she didn't feel any dissatisfaction or resentment.

Later, she saw Linda's huge bedroom which was more than three times larger than her own room, and even Linda's dressing room was more luxurious than her bedroom, but she didn't feel jealous.

Because at that time, she had a very small demand, only wanting a place to sleep peacefully.

Perhaps, everything was destined from that moment.

Roslin didn't fight for anything, so she was labeled as easy to fool and bully. That was why Linda thought of her as a weak and useless person and continued to occupy everything that belonged to her and live as the daughter of the Smith family.

She didn't fight because she didn't want to trouble her parents and was afraid that they wouldn't like her.

She didn't fight because she had a simple heart and was too easily satisfied.

In her previous life, her thoughtfulness and concessions only make her hated and disgusted by everyone.

Maybe she was wrong from the beginning.

Why should she give up what belonged to her to an outsider?

Linda smiled and asked, "Do you like it? Mom and I carefully decorated it for you."

Decorated it with Mom...

What an intimate address.

Linda wanted to tell Roslin eagerly that although Linda wasn't the child of the Smith family, their parents still loved her.

This was to proclaim her position in the Smith family invisibly, reminding Roslin at all times.

Roslin smiled quietly.

Linda thought Roslin was satisfied, but looking at Roslin's smile, she felt a sense of unease.

"Can you take me to see the other rooms?"

"Don't you like this room?"

Roslin smiled but didn't say anything.

Linda understood that she was dissatisfied.

"You can tell me if you find a room you like later."

"Can I live in a room I like?" Roslin tilted her head and asked with a smile.

"Of course. You can live in whichever room you like. This is your home."

Roslin's smile became bigger.

Linda wanted to play the role of a caring older sister, so she was naturally happy to show Roslin around room by room.

"This is Mom and Dad's room. This is the study. Dad doesn't like people coming in and out. Roslin, don't go into the study casually in the future, or you'll be scolded. That's my brother's room. He's the son Mom and Dad adopted. He's studying abroad as an exchange student and won't be back for another month."

They walked around, but Linda didn't introduce her own room.

"Whose room is that?" Roslin pointed to the door diagonally across from them.