Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 8 I Want This Room

Chapter 8 I Want This Room

"It's mine." Linda's heart tightened, and she had a bad feeling.

"I want to see it."

Linda wanted to stop Roslin, but Roslin had taken a step forward and pushed open the door.

The large floor-to-ceiling window showcased the beautiful view outside, while the furnishings in the room were exquisite and luxurious. Even a garbage bin was worth thousands of dollars.

"I want this room."

Linda clenched her hand unconsciously. She knew that Roslin would take away everything from her as soon as Roslin arrived.

"But... this is my room."

Linda liked everything in this room.

"Didn't you say I could choose any rooms here? What's wrong? So you were just being polite." Roslin looked at her calmly.

Linda gritted her teeth. "Roslin, the other rooms are also good. You can choose any of them. I'm used to living in this room."

"Why are you here?"

Lucinda and John walked into the room, noticing the tense atmosphere between the two girls. Lucinda asked with confusion, "What's going on?"

Linda walked up to Lucinda, held her arm intimately, pouted, and said with grievances, "Roslin doesn't like the room we prepared for her, so she wants my room."

Look at the way she talked. Her soft voice always tried to stir up trouble and make others hate Roslin.

Unfortunately, Linda was destined to be disappointed.

Roslin didn't care if John and Lucinda would dislike her or feel uncomfortable. What mattered to her was simple. She wanted to make Linda feel sad and wronged.

Lucinda furrowed her brows slightly. "Rosy, this is Linda's room. You can choose any other room you like."

"Is this really my home?" Roslin asked.

"Absolutely."

"And are you truly my biological parents?" Roslin asked again.

Lucinda replied without hesitation, "Without a doubt."

"Since this is my home and you are my biological parents, why can't I live in the room I like? Why do I have to compromise for an outsider? I simply want to experience what my life should have been like. Is that too much to ask?"

Lucinda was rendered speechless.

Linda's face flushed. Roslin couldn't tell whether it was because of rage or embarrassment.

John, who had been silent, finally spoke up, "Linda, move out. Let Roslin have this room."

Linda looked at John sadly with tears in her eyes, bit her lip, and sobbed, "Okay, I'll move out."

She knew that everything that belonged to her would be taken away as soon as Roslin arrived.

Now it was the room, but there would be more and more things in the future.

Why did Roslin come back? Why didn't Roslin die outside?

Linda's heart was filled with resentment.

Lucinda noticed her distressed appearance and felt heartbroken.

"Roslin, you're a sensible child. Why do you have to get Linda's room? If you don't like the other rooms, we can hire a designer to decorate a room you like. Isn't that better?" Lucinda appeared caring, but she was actually biased.

Roslin tilted her head, looking innocent. "I really like this room. Didn't she say she would take care of me? Why couldn't she give up a room for me now?"

Lucinda wanted to say more, but John interrupted her. "Alright, this matter is settled. Linda will move out, and this room will be Roslin's." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Although Lucinda was dissatisfied, she didn't say anything more.

She held Linda's hand and gently patted it. "The room next door is also good. If you don't like the style, I will hire the best designer to create a room that you like."

"Okay." Linda obediently replied and said with a smile, "I'm okay with everything as long as Roslin is happy."

The more obedient she was, the more Lucinda's heart ached.