Spoiled By My Brothers: Return of The Lost Heiress Chapter 7: "I have a whole family, but I am still an orphan.

Seraphina’s POV

Lucien stepped forward, placing himself between us without a word. His presence was calm, but there was a sharp chill in the air, as if his silence itself was a warning.

I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath.

"I asked to follow you because I was not safe there," I muttered.

"Seeing the way this guy is acting with you..." Lucien paused as he sized up Asher. "You’re not safe at the place he’s taking you either."

"I know." I t Asher’s eyes. "But no matter what, he is my family. That’s where I belong."

"Hah!" Asher scoffed. He kept mocking at every word, like I was telling a joke.

"Then why co back to us if you weren’t safe? We gave you food, a roof, education—do you think the orphanage could’ve offered you a life like that?"

"Young Master Lan is right," I said coldly. "But anyone could give those things—and not throw in jail just because so random people said a word or two against ." I turned and walked away.

I didn’t know what ca over . I had no proof—nothing that could clear my na—but since Asher was so keen to take to the police station, I was ready.

"To think he actually cared, even for a mont... I almost thought I wasn’t reborn." I muttered and walked out of the house.

Asher followed behind and asked to sit in the car as he took the driver’s seat.

I didn’t bother to talk to him. Not a single word passed between us.

The ride to the police station was quiet. Cold.

Even the hum of the engine felt louder than him.

When the car finally ca to a halt, I didn’t move at first. My hand rested on the door handle, but I stayed still.

"I... I thought you would protect since you are my brother," I said in a low voice. "But here I am. I have a whole family, but I am still an orphan."

I didn’t wait for him to say anything. There was nothing left to hear.

I stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind , quiet, but certain.

Asher just sat there, frozen. Staring like he didn’t recognize anymore.

Maybe I didn’t recognize him either.

"How dare you show your face here after hurting my brother!"

lissa lunged at the mont she saw , but I sidestepped her without effort.

"Refrain yourself. This is a police station," I said coldly, my eyes shifting to Asher, who stood behind .

"Kindly take care of your beloved little sister."

With that, I turned and walked into the station, unbothered.

I stepped through the station doors, the cold air inside doing little to numb the heat crawling beneath my skin.

The officer at the desk glanced up, eyes narrowing as they landed on my torn clothes, the dried blood on my hands, and the calm in my posture.

"I’m here to report an incident," I said in a steady voice. "There was a stabbing."

He sat up straighter. "You’re the one involved?"

I nodded once.

"Victim or suspect?"

Before I could answer, the door swung open behind .

lissa’s shrill voice cut through the air. "She stabbed him! In the ambulance, like a psychopath!"

Jim followed close behind, walking with a slight limp, his thigh wrapped in a fresh dressing. Still, he wore a smug, wounded expression like he was the one wronged.

"She attacked out of nowhere," he said, gesturing to his leg. "We were just trying to help her. She lost it."

I didn’t even look at them.

"You touched when I told you not to," I said quietly. "You climbed into my space and grabbed while I was strapped down." I said and stretched my hand for them to see the rope burns on my wrist.

Jim scoffed. "That’s not what happened—"

"There are dics who saw it," I cut him off, finally turning toward the officer. "And there are caras in the ambulance. Go ahead. Check."

The room fell into a brief silence.

lissa bristled beside him. "She’s lying. She’s ntally unstable!"

I turned to her next. "Then maybe next ti, keep your hands and your lapdogs away from unstable people."

Asher stood in the doorway, saying nothing.

The officer looked at for a long mont, then gestured for to follow. "Let’s take your statent."

I walked forward without hesitation. I didn’t need to scream to be believed.

I just needed the truth. And this ti, it wasn’t going to be buried under their lies.

The policeman took my statent and told to appear whenever I was needed.

But who was he to order around when I had done nothing?

"Mr. Policeman," I said coldly, holding back the heat in my throat. "I’m just a girl who was harassed—yet you make relive every damn second of that horrifying mont instead of questioning him first? And now you want to show up here whenever it’s convenient for you?"