They swept past her without pause, cold and detached, as if she were no different from the scenery behind her.
Lara's face stiffened.
Bastard… he's still the same bastard.
Claire caught the subtle change in her sister's expression and inwardly sighed. She understood Lara far too well.
From childhood, Lara had been labeled a prodigy. Failing to enter Central Academy had dealt her a crushing blow, warping her temperament. Alfred's rejection had only poured salt into an already festering wound.
Big sister… You should know better, Claire thought silently. No matter what you do, it won't change anything. In his eyes, we were never on the same level.
But she dared not say such words aloud. With Lara's temper, that would only push her closer to madness.
Lara snapped, turning sharply. "Teach them a proper lesson."
"Yes, teacher."
A brief flash of light passed through the calm youth's eyes before his expression returned to its usual composure.
