From Exile To Queen Of Everything - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

Dawn broke.
Hearing the door open, Sienna snapped out of her daze and looked up. Vivian was already running toward her with a bright smile.
Lana and Reno stepped inside, suppressing their disgust at the sight of the broken man. They swiftly tied him up and hauled him off to the police station. Maybe they'd even earn a commendation for it.
Vivian sat in the car, gazing at the sunrise outside. Sienna rolled down the window, letting the morning breeze rush in. It playfully lifted Vivian's hair, setting the strands dancing in the wind.
The eastern horizon glowed with pearly light as a golden ray pierced through the clouds, awakening the entire city as if draped in flowing gold.
The rosy-golden morning light spilled across Vivian's delicate face. She basked blissfully in its radiant embrace, her whole being immersed in the newborn sunlight.
A medley of mouthwatering aromas wafted into the car, with the smell of freshly baked pie, coffee, bread, and more filling the air.
Vivian couldn't help but gulp. "Sienna, can I have a pie?" she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.
A soft glimmer shone in Sienna's eyes as she gave a faint smile. "Of course."
Munching on her pie, Vivian suddenly gasped, "Oh no, Sienna. I'm going to be late."
Sienna said, "Relax and eat up. I got you three days off. Just remember to visit Anya tomorrow and apologize."
Vivian beamed, "Got it."
Jocelyn was about to lose her mind when she returned to the Hart residence.
Her bedroom was gone, the entire house had been completely redecorated beyond recognition, and all her precious designer clothes and handbags had gone up in flames.
Jocelyn's face twisted with rage. "Who gave you the right to do this? Who?"
Linda fumed as she tattled to Jocelyn. Amber, sitting quietly on the sofa, perked up at the mention of Sienna. A strange glint flickered in her eyes.
Jocelyn barked orders through gritted teeth, "This room still belongs to me. You lot—move my luggage in and throw out everything inside."
After she spoke, not a single servant moved, as if they hadn't heard a word she said.
Jocelyn shot a glare at the servants. 'Fine, just perfect,' she sneered inwardly. Grabbing her luggage, she marched toward the stairs, only to be blocked by Ebert.
"Miss, the upper floor is reserved for the masters. Guest rooms are on the first floor," he said.
Hearing this, Jocelyn flew into a rage and glared daggers at Ebert. "What did you just say? Guest room? I'm the heiress of the Hart family. Get out of my way this instant."
Ebert shot her a disdainful glance, thinking, 'You really don't know your place or how insignificant you truly are. Now that Miss Sienna is back, did you really think you could keep lording it over everyone? Dream on.'
Linda shrieked, "She's my daughter. Move aside. Know your place. You're just servants. How dare you block us? Are you looking for trouble? I can fire you in a heartbeat."
Ebert retorted coldly, "My apologies, but I answer only to Miss Sienna. You lack the authority to dismiss me."
Linda was so furious her chest was heaving violently. She spat, "You—you pack of bootlickers."
Of course, at this critical moment, Aiden was not at home.
Jocelyn took a deep breath, composing herself before turning to Ebert with a mocking smile. "Amber is the Hart family's daughter. Would you dare stop her too?"
Ebert remained unfazed and stated calmly, "Doesn't matter who you are. If Miss Sienna hasn't given her approval, you're an outsider. No exceptions."
Not even Amber, or Aiden, Sienna's father, could act without her say-so.
As long as Sienna didn't acknowledge Amber at all, even if one waved a paternity test in their faces, they wouldn't even blink.
Jocelyn's face twisted in fury, not expecting that they would look down on them so badly.
Linda's face darkened. Anyone could see she was furious.
Amber timidly tugged at Jocelyn's sleeve. "Amber," she murmured, "maybe we should just stay on the first floor. It's perfectly fine down there."
Linda shot a glare at her. "Amber, who told you to butt in? Get out of my sight."
Sienna walked in just in time to hear Amber say, "Mom, I'm sorry."
"Hi, Miss Sienna," Ebert and the maids chorused in unison.
Jocelyn and Amber both turned, and there stood Sienna.
This wasn't the first time Jocelyn had seen Sienna. Ten years ago, Jocelyn saw her for the first time. Back then, Sienna was like an angel, lofty, distant, and completely out of reach.
Jocelyn burned with envy and resentment. 'Why is she so outstanding, and why does she get to have such a privileged family?' she wondered.
When Vivian saw Amber, a look of wariness flashed across her eyes. There was only the cold distance of strangers, none of the warmth between sisters, her gaze regarding Amber as if she were an enemy rather than family.
Amber stared blankly at Sienna, her heart pounding violently as if tugged by some unseen force.
Those pretty eyes, so strikingly similar to their grandmother's, instantly told Sienna this was her sister.
Jocelyn forced a smile, stifling her envy. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Jocelyn Hart. Sienna, I'm a year younger than you. I'm—"
Before Jocelyn could finish, Sienna walked right past her without so much as a glance, settling into her seat indifferently.
"Miss Sienna, your coffee." A maid bowed respectfully as she presented the cup.
Ebert and the maids stepped forward to ask if Sienna wished to dine. With a simple refusal, she dismissed them.
Linda glared at Sienna and snapped, "Jocelyn's talking to you, Sienna. Are you ignoring her on purpose?"
Emboldened by Jocelyn's return, Linda stared Sienna down with blatant arrogance.
Vivian's hand shot out, delivering a stinging slap across Linda's face, her eyes burning with disgust. She spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "You dare speak to Sienna like that?"
Vivian's slap left both Jocelyn and Amber stunned. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that the gentle girl would actually strike someone.
Jocelyn was the first to react. Burning with rage, she lunged at Vivian, hand raised to strike. "Vivian, how dare you hit my mother? You're dead meat," she shouted.
Jocelyn stared at Vivian, seething with envy at the transformation before her. 'Why isn't she affected? She should be losing her mind right now,' she wondered. 'Those useless good-for-nothings can't even handle one woman. What a bunch of losers.'
Seeing Vivian, who was once timid and insecure, actually dared to hit Linda, Jocelyn was so shocked and unsettled that she couldn't calm down. It was like a mouse she'd always bullied suddenly biting back.
Elisa stepped protectively in front of Vivian and barked, forcefully batting Jocelyn's hand away, "What are you doing? How dare you strike Miss Vivian? Who do you think you are?"
"How dare you lay hands on me?" Jocelyn's eyes bulged in outrage as she wondered, 'A lowly servant? How dare she touch me?'
Jocelyn glared at Sienna, who sat there serenely sipping her coffee, clenching her jaw so hard her teeth might shatter. "Sienna, how can you just stand by while Vivian treats my mother this way? She's your elder."
Sienna barely spared her a glance, a faint smirk playing on her lips as if amused by a clown's antics. "She's no elder of mine," Sienna replied coolly.
Jocelyn trembled with fury, her chest heaving violently. "This is outrageous. I'm calling Dad right now."
Jocelyn called Aiden over and over, but every call went unanswered.
Jocelyn noticed Amber still standing there in a daze and barked, "Amber, Vivian just slapped Mom. Don't just stand there. Hit her back, now."
Amber stood up and lunged at Vivian. Vivian quickly stepped back a few paces, eyes flashing. "Amber, are you crazy or something? Touch me and you'll regret it."
Sienna was stunned. Amber actually obeyed Jocelyn without hesitation.