Chapter 4

Finally, I had some free time, so I turned on the cameras. That was when I saw Jessica had brought Lawrence over to my house.

They were sitting together in the living room. Jessica had a smug smile on her face. "Lawrence, does your family have any food left?"

Lawrence looked frustrated. "Not much. I should've stored more. The first floor of our building is almost flooded now, and I can't even get out."

He turned to her, his voice heavy with worry. "Jessica, do you still have food at your place? Could you share some with me? My parents and my little sister are all home, and what we've got won't last long."

Jessica playfully tapped his chest, then traced little circles on it with her finger.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"What? Is that real? Something like that actually exists?" Lawrence jumped to his feet, his face full of disbelief.

"Of course it does. If you don't believe me, I'll show you," Jessica said proudly.

Then she used her system on an apple sitting on the table. In an instant, the apple swelled several times its size and pressed down heavily on the table.

Lawrence's disbelief quickly turned into excitement. He grabbed Jessica by the shoulders, eyes wide. "Jessica, thank God for you! Could you please make all the food in our house bigger?"

Jessica nodded shyly. "Okay, Lawrence, but I have one small request—"

Lawrence barely hesitated. "Tell me."

"You know I like you, Lawrence. Since I can save your family, can you like me back?" Jessica said, covering her face with both hands, blushing shyly. She didn't see the flicker of disgust and hesitation in Lawrence's eyes.

But Lawrence quickly masked it with a tender smile. He took her hand and said warmly, "What are you saying? Aren't we already together? We were childhood sweethearts. Of course, I like you. When the storm's over, I'll marry you."

Jessica's face lit up. She threw her arms around his neck. "That's wonderful! I knew you liked me. Diana said you'd never like me, but I think she was just jealous."

"By the way, where's Diana?" Lawrence asked casually.

Jessica shrugged, unconcerned. "Oh, her? She said she was working late. The storm's been going on so long—she's probably drowned by now."

A sly glint flashed across Lawrence's face. He started sweet-talking Jessica, coaxing her into bringing out all the food she'd been hiding in her room.

I sat there watching the camera feed, emotions twisting inside me.

How did I end up with such a foolish sister?

Not just foolish—but also heartless. It was like she couldn't wait for me to die.

But none of that mattered anymore. No one knew where I was, and no one would find me. I just had to live my quiet life.

I went back to my small house, grilled some barbecue, grabbed a drink from the fridge, and happily sat down to eat.

After finishing my meal, I snapped a photo and posted it on Instagram with the caption: [The storm is raging outside, but eating barbecue at home feels so good.]

I didn't expect Jessica to comment almost immediately.

[Diana, where are you?]

Then she started spamming me on WhatsApp.

[Diana, it's raining so hard outside. Are you okay?]

[Diana, where are you? You're eating barbecue, huh? I want some too.]

[Diana, can you tell me where you are? I can't go out because of the storm. Can you bring some food back for me?]

I didn't reply to any of her questions. Instead, I snapped another picture of my drink and sent it to her. [This drink is great, and the barbecue's hot and tasty.]

Jessica called me right away. "Diana, how are you eating barbecue right now? Can you bring some back for me? I've been living on bread for days. I'm starving!"

Even though that was what she said, I could hear the real meaning behind her words—how could I eat so well while she was stuck here in this storm?

I chuckled and glanced around the quiet room, untouched by the chaos outside.

"I'm still at the office," I told her. "The company treated us to barbecue. It's pouring too hard to go back now. Just find something to eat at home."

When she heard that, Jessica immediately switched to her sweet, whiny tone. "No, Diana, the bread at home is awful. I want barbecue too."

I cut her off without hesitation, "No."

She started to say something else, but I hung up.

When I turned on the camera feed, there she was, yelling at her phone—all traces of that sugary act gone.

I sneered. It must've been exhausting for her to pretend to be the perfect little angel for so many years.

Then I grabbed my tablet and started watching a show. I had hundreds of novels, animes, and dramas saved up—enough entertainment to keep me busy for days.

After finishing my meal, I lay down on my bed, but boredom crept in again.

I lazily picked up my phone, opened the camera app, and switched to the feed outside Lawrence's front door.

Almost instantly, I heard their voices.

"Jessica is amazing! Now our family doesn't have to worry about food or drink. Wow, we really found a treasure," Lawrence's mom said.

So, they already knew about Jessica's system.

Jessica's voice was full of pride. "You're too kind. It's my honor to help your family with this system. After all, we're going to be one family soon."

The air went still for a moment before Lawrence's parents hurried to flatter her. "Of course, Jessica. If it weren't for you, how would we have so much food? Lawrence is so fortunate to have you. We've always said you're such a lovable girl."

Jessica looked over the moon from all that praise.

I scoffed and turned off the video.

I knew exactly what kind of people Lawrence's family was.

When they first got compensation money for their old property, they immediately started acting superior, cutting off relatives and friends with their sharp tongues.

They thought everyone who came close was just after their money.

People in the village always said they were too full of themselves—they wouldn't even offer the village chief a glass of water when he passed by.

How could people like that ever treat Jessica sincerely?

As for Lawrence, I'd known about his arrogant attitude since we were kids. He'd said plenty of nasty things about Jessica behind her back and never once respected her.

But I couldn't interfere—not when I was now a hundred times smaller.

Not long after, Jessica called again.