Just outside the door, Cathy stayed tucked in close behind Jason, her face flushed, her shoulders shaking like she couldn't quite hold herself together.

"Jason… just drop it," she murmured, fingers catching weakly at his sleeve. Her voice barely carried. "Gracie probably didn't do it on purpose. It could've been an accident."

"An accident?" Jason let out a short, cutting huff. "I don't think that's what happened."

Even as he spoke, he angled his body more protectively in front of her, instinctively blocking her from view. His voice shifted, turning gentle again when he looked down at her. "Don't be scared, Cathy. I've got you. Nobody's going to push you around."

Cathy's gaze fell to the floor, her lashes trembling. "But… Gracie is your actual sister," she remarked, as if the words alone hurt. "I'm just the fake one. If she really hates me that much… I can give the room back."

Jason's jaw tightened immediately. "Why would you even say that?" His tone turned cold again, cutting through the air. "She grew up God knows where. This family took her in, and she should be grateful for it. And now she's been here for a few days and already thinks she can throw a fit and shove you down the stairs?"

His fist came up again, slamming against the door with sharper force this time.

"Gracie, quit pretending you're not in there. Open up!"

He hadn't even finished when the door finally gave way.

Whatever cutting remark Jason had been ready to fire next caught in his throat.

Gracie stood there in the doorway. Hair pulled up high, exposing a face that was eerily steady. Not a trace of fear appeared, no defensive urgency rose up, and none of the fragile, easily rattled version of her came through, leaving only an unnerving calm that felt out of place.

"What is it?" Gracie demanded.

Her tone was empty, almost bored, like his presence didn't even register as important enough to react to.

Jason's temper snapped for no clear reason, his voice sharpening as it rose. "You still dare to act innocent? You shoved Cathy down the stairs!"

Gracie didn't flinch. Her eyes stayed fixed on him. "And where's your evidence?"

That single line hit like a brake slamming. Jason went silent for a beat.

Even Cathy stiffened, a flicker of something unreadable flashing across her face before she could hide it.

Gracie stepped forward anyway, closing the distance just slightly. Her attention shifted past Jason and landed squarely on Cathy.

"You're the one making the claim. So show me proof. Can you prove I actually pushed you?"

A strange, uncomfortable pressure settled over Cathy's chest.

Something about this version of Gracie didn't seem like her.

If this had been before, she would have already been breaking down—tears spilling, panic setting in, scrambling to defend herself in every direction. She would never have just stood there like this, composed and unshaken, asking for evidence instead.

"Gracie…" Cathy's eyes were already glistening, her voice trembling on the edge of collapse. "I know you resent me for taking your place all those years… twenty years. If you just don't push me out, I'll give you anything. The room, I can give you the room. I won't compete with you for Mom, Dad, or even our brothers. Just promise you won't hate me anymore."

Her voice cracked completely on the last word. Tears broke free and slid down her cheeks as her body tilted unsteadily, like she might crumple at any second.

Jason's face soured immediately, rage snapping into place as he stepped forward. "Gracie, take a look at her—this is all your fault. Say sorry to her right this second."

Gracie huffed under her breath, recognizing the exact same tired act playing out once more.

In her previous life, she had been foolish enough to believe it every single time. They had turned that act into a weapon, neatly assigning her the role of the family's permanent villain—as if she had been born to carry it.

Now it only left her feeling coldly irritated.

"Cut the bullshit." Her eyes shifted to Cathy, calm and unwavering. "If you're accusing me of shoving you, then bring evidence. Without it, this is just defamation."

"You!" Jason's temper spiked, his expression hardening further. "Look at her. She can barely stand, and you're still twisting words to get yourself out of this?"

"Getting myself out of it?" Gracie tilted her head slightly, unimpressed. "Fine. Let's call the police and let them decide, then."

As she said it, she pulled her phone out without hesitation.

Cathy's composure shattered. "No—don't call them!" she burst out.

Gracie tilted her head slightly, a faint, almost amused curve touching her lips. "And why exactly not? Afraid of what they might uncover?"

Cathy pressed her lower lip between her teeth, visibly torn. "The Carters aren't some random household. If law enforcement gets involved and word spreads, it'll damage Mom and Dad. It'll damage the company too. Gracie, you're one of us. You can't just lash out to get it off your chest and ignore what it does to the family name."

Letting out a soft sigh, Jason remarked, "Cathy, you're the one who's always worried about the family." He then turned his glare back to Gracie, disgust sharpening his expression. "And you, if you had even half her awareness, you wouldn't have dragged the Carters into this disgrace in the first place."

Gracie didn't respond right away. Her gaze simply moved between them. Then, slowly, she brought her hands together—once, twice—each clap deliberate, edged with mockery.

"Impressive act."

Cathy's expression wavered. "Gracie… what are you even saying?"

"If you're so against involving the police," Gracie stated aloofly, already slipping her phone away. "Then pull up the security footage instead. Isn't there a camera right by the stairs? Retrieve the recording, and we'll settle who's lying."

Jason snapped without thinking, "That camera's been dead for ages!"

The second it left his mouth, he stiffened.

Gracie's attention settled on him. A slight smile tugged at her lips—slow, almost amused, and far too certain.

"Oh, so you knew it was broken. And even knowing that, you still insisted I pushed her. Tell me, Jason… do you actually think for yourself at all? Or does Cathy handle that part for you?"

"Shut your damn mouth!" Jason finally lost it, striding in as he shot his hand toward her like he meant to grab her on the spot. "If you don't apologize right now, you're not getting out of this—"

"Alright." Gracie's interruption landed clean and immediate.

Both Jason and Cathy went still, thrown off by how fast she changed her mind.

"Is this how far you're going—pushing me to take the blame?" A laugh slipped out of her, but there wasn't a trace of warmth in it. "Then sure. I'll take it."

In the next heartbeat, she moved. Her hand shot out and caught Cathy by the hair.

"Ah!"

Cathy didn't even have a second to brace herself before Gracie jerked her forward. Pain ripped through her scalp, and her scream echoed sharply down the corridor.

Jason froze for a split second, and then his voice cracked through the air. "Gracie! Have you lost your fucking mind?"

Gracie didn't even slow down. "Wasn't I already accused of pushing her down the stairs?" She kept pulling Cathy all the way up to the landing at the top of the staircase.

Only then did she glance back at Jason. Her expression was eerily composed—too calm, almost unsettling. "Then I might as well give you something real to blame me for."

Before anyone could react, Gracie shoved Cathy forward, sending her stumbling off balance and crashing down the staircase.

Heavy impacts rolled down the staircase in rapid succession.

Cathy's scream tore through the house as she crashed from step to step, all the way to the lower floor, finally coming to a twisted stop in a broken sprawl. For several seconds, she didn't even move.

The color drained from Jason's face in an instant. "Cathy!" He bolted down the stairs without hesitation.

Downstairs, the entire house broke into commotion.

The servants stood rooted in place, none of them daring to step forward, not even willing to draw a full breath.

No one had imagined that the family's long-lost daughter—only recently brought back—could be capable of something like this, let alone carry it out with such cold severity.

Above it all, Gracie remained at the top of the stairs, one hand resting lightly on the railing as she looked down.

Her expression didn't shift. Calm lingered on her face, but beneath it was something harder—sharper, almost dangerous.

Once before, right in this exact place, she had been brought to her knees—crying, swearing through broken breaths that she hadn't done anything, only to be ignored completely.

This time around, she didn't even feel the urge to explain.

If they were already set on condemning her, she saw no reason to fight the story they wanted to believe.

"Cathy, are you alright?" Jason rushed in and hauled her up, his voice tight, edged with alarm.

Cathy was hurting so badly she could barely draw a full breath. Tears kept spilling down her face—this time, they weren't an act at all.

"Jason… it hurts…" she choked out, her voice shaking as she struggled through the pain. "I guess… Gracie really doesn't want me here… Maybe… maybe I should just go…"

"No!" Jason snapped, fury pushing past his unease. "The one who needs to leave is her—not you!"

His chin snapped upward as his glare locked onto Gracie, pure rage burning in his eyes.

"Gracie, get the hell down here—right now!"

She didn't move an inch, didn't even blink, just stood there watching him as though his fury meant absolutely nothing.

She let a beat hang in the air before speaking at last, tone steady and unnervingly composed. "Sorry about that. I did push her. But Cathy's always been so kind and forgiving… she'll let it go, won't she?"

The entire living room seemed to lock up.

Jason froze, his body going stiff, while Cathy's eyes flew wide in utter shock.

Even the surrounding staff looked stunned into silence, as if they couldn't process what they'd just heard.

Gracie had admitted to it so plainly—pushing Cathy down the stairs—only to follow it with a casual apology, like it was nothing more than a minor misunderstanding, and then turn around and expect forgiveness.

Before anyone could recover, Gracie tilted her head slightly and carried on. "What? No one's got anything to say?"

"You!" Jason's anger choked off his words before they could fully form.

He looked like he wanted to swear, to storm straight upstairs and rip her down himself—but even that impulse stalled, as if he couldn't decide where to begin.

Up by the railing, Gracie rested lightly against it, eyes carrying a clear, cutting amusement.

"I said I pushed Cathy. I said sorry too," she continued, unbothered. "Isn't that exactly what you all wanted? So why the long faces?"

Cathy's whole body ached, but the moment those words landed, heat surged through her chest. Her fingers trembled violently, nails digging into her palms, yet she forced herself to stay composed.

There was no way she could afford to lose her temper yet.

"Gracie…" Her voice came out tight, strained through her teeth. "I don't blame you." Each word felt like it had to be dragged out. "If it makes you feel better… I can live with it…"

"Cathy!" Jason looked like he couldn't stand what he was hearing. His expression twisted in panic and fury all at once as he spun toward the staircase and barked upward, "Gracie, you've crossed the line!"

"Have I?" Gracie's voice drifted down, calm and almost detached as she glanced over him. "Then tell me—what exactly are you planning to do about it? Throw me out of this house? Or run straight to Mom and Dad so they can handle me for you?"

A subtle curve touched her lips, but it carried no trace of warmth.

"Tell me, Jason… do you even have that kind of authority over me?"

Jason felt the words land like a punch, knocking the breath out of him.

His expression locked in place.

Step by step, Gracie descended the staircase without any hurry, each footfall landing into a hush so thick it only sharpened the pressure in the room below.

"Need I spell out why I was brought back here in the first place?"

Reaching the bottom step, she stopped and held Jason in a steady, deliberate stare, every word carefully measured.

"Carter Group is tearing itself apart from the inside. The board is restless. The media's circling like vultures. What you're really after is a convenient narrative—your long-lost daughter returning after twenty years, something clean, something polished, something that makes the Carter family look stable, respectable, unified. In other words, I'm just your public image fix. And as long as this little show is still running, none of you can actually afford to kick me out."

Silence swallowed the room whole.

Jason stood there, stunned into silence—anger and disbelief tightening his face—but nothing came out.

Because Gracie had hit the mark.

The Carter family hadn't gone through the effort of tracking her down and pulling her back into their world out of some long-buried affection. They needed her. That was all.

Back in her previous life, Gracie hadn't seen it for what it was until everything had already collapsed around her.

This time, she had no intention of being that naive again.

"If you don't have the power to get rid of me, then stop pretending you get to decide anything about me." Her eyes slid past Jason and landed on Cathy. "And that room—"

A light, almost careless curve touched her lips.

"Didn't you just say you were going to hand it back to me, Cathy?"

Cathy barely managed to hold herself together.

She didn't want to let go of it. Not at all.

That bedroom—the finest in the entire Carter estate—had been personally arranged by Richard and Elaine for her. It wasn't just a space. It was proof of her place, her standing, everything she had held onto inside this family.

But the words were already out.

Backing down now would only make everything she'd done earlier look staged.

"If you really want it, Gracie…" She drew in a breath and forced a fragile smile. "I'll pack up and leave."

"Cathy!" Jason's voice snapped up instantly, edged with panic.

"Jason." She stopped him before he could continue, turning toward him with tear-bright eyes while steadying her tone as best she could. "She spent so many years outside this family. Giving her the room… it's the least I can do."

Gracie didn't react. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face as she observed her.

Of course she'd go that far. Cathy would bend herself into anything if it meant keeping the performance intact.

That was just how Cathy was.

Gracie shifted her gaze to Jason and remarked flatly, "You heard her. Your dear Cathy was the one who offered it. Or are you planning to take her word back for her?"