High Society Assassin Chinese Drama

"Grace, now that my parents have finally brought me home, do you actually believe there's still room for you here? The truth is, there's no space for you in this family." Demi Miller's mouth twisted into a sly grin as she leaned closer and spoke in a low, menacing tone beside the pool.

When she finished, she suddenly toppled backward into the sparkling water, sending up a flurry of splashes.

Chaos broke loose as she flailed her arms and kicked wildly, as if she were on the verge of drowning.

"Somebody help! I can't get out!" Her screams rang out, her voice full of panic.

Across the pool, Grace Miller stood quietly, her expression as cold as stone. There was not a flicker of warmth or concern in her eyes as she watched Demi's frantic struggle.

Today marked the grand homecoming celebration that Luke and Ivy Miller had thrown for their long-lost daughter, Demi.

Eighteen years had slipped by since the day Demi vanished at birth. Even after endless searching, the couple had found nothing. Later, they adopted Grace.

Nobody could have guessed that Demi would resurface as an adult, suddenly making Grace's place in the family seem unnecessary.

"Demi!" Ivy yelled from inside the villa. She burst outside, Luke close behind, panic etched on both their faces.

With a sharp, accusing stare, Ivy's gaze bounced between her daughter thrashing in the water and Grace, who stood at the edge. "Grace! How could you? Why would you shove Demi into the pool?"

Luke didn't hesitate. He leaped into the pool, leaving Ivy jabbing her finger at Grace. "Leave this house! You don't belong here!"

"I didn't lay a hand on her," Grace replied with a calm indifference, her voice steady and almost detached. "Demi jumped in all by herself."

"That's a lie!" Ivy's voice shook with anger. "Why would she jump in herself? We opened our home to you, and this is how you repay our kindness?"

By then, Luke had managed to lift Demi out of the pool.

Soaked and trembling in her father's arms, Demi blinked away tears and murmured, "Please don't blame Grace. This happened because of me. Maybe I shouldn't have come home at all."

She looked like a fragile bird caught in a storm, shivering slightly.

With deep affection, Ivy pulled Demi close and whispered, "Demi, your kindness never fails to touch me."

Her tone sharpened as she faced Grace. "Go pack your belongings and leave this house right away."

Quiet uncertainty flickered across Luke's face. He dropped his voice and tried to reason. "When we took Grace in, we made a promise to the orphanage director to treat her well. Maybe there's some misunderstanding..."

Snapping before he could finish, Ivy retorted, "What is there to misunderstand? It was our own daughter who nearly drowned. No one was around! Are you honestly saying Grace had nothing to do with it?"

Left with no argument, Luke let out a defeated sigh. He nodded and gave in. "Alright, we'll arrange for Grace to leave."

After a moment, he dialed Ella Fowler, the woman who ran the orphanage.