[ Note : I am going to be using kyle name in the new world which is junior ].
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Kyle alone with his thoughts. He sighed deeply, leaning back against the edge of the bed. "This is harder than I expected," he thought, running a hand through his hair. "Helen doesn't trust me, and I don't blame her. But if Rebecca feels the same way, convincing her will be even tougher."
He stood and began pacing the room, his mind spinning with uneasy thoughts. "The destruction of this city won't happen for a few months, but the problem is, there's no information about how the invasion happened. That's the real issue," said Junior, his voice tinged with frustration. He walked back and forth, beads of sweat trailing down his face, soaking into his collar.
A sudden knock at the door jolted him from his spiraling thoughts. His heart thudded in his chest as he turned toward the noise. "That can't be Rebecca already, can it? It's a little too fast."
"Gimme a few minutes!" shouted Junior, scrambling to find a towel to wipe the sweat off his face. He snatched one from a nearby chair and quickly dabbed at his forehead, trying to regain his composure.
"Come in," he called, his voice steady, though his stomach twisted with an uneasy knot.
The door creaked open, revealing a petite figure hesitantly stepping inside. Rebecca, his younger sister, entered with cautious movements, her slim fingers gripping the edge of the door for a moment before fully crossing the threshold.
Her golden hair was tied neatly into a braid that fell over her shoulder, and her wide blue eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and unease. She wore a pale blue dress, its modest cut emphasizing her youthful innocence, though her expression carried a weight far beyond her years.
"You wanted to see me, Brother?" Rebecca asked softly, her tone laced with wariness. She stopped a few feet away, her hands clasped together in front of her as though bracing herself for confrontation. Her posture was rigid, a stark reminder of the fear she still carried.
Junior froze, his thoughts racing. "How do I fix this? How do I apologize for things I didn't even do?"
The frustration and guilt churned in his chest. "The real owner of this body is such an asshole. How could he traumatize his sweet little sister this much?"Taking a steadying breath, he forced himself to meet her hesitant gaze.
Rebecca's sharp glance caught the conflicted look on his face, making her step back slightly, her unease growing. Without warning, she spun around, darting toward the door. She grabbed her maid's hand and pulled her inside, positioning herself behind the woman as though seeking protection.
Junior's attention shifted to the maid as she entered, the soft creak of the door framing her arrival. She moved gracefully, her steps deliberate yet light, exuding a natural poise. Her vibrant orange hair shimmered like fire in the warm sunlight spilling through the window, cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. Her striking appearance commanded the room, her freckled nose and youthful features adding an approachable charm to her otherwise elegant demeanor.
Her amber eyes met Junior's with a directness that caught him off guard. There was confidence in her gaze, but also a quiet curiosity, as though she were carefully evaluating him. Her black-and-white maid uniform was perfectly tailored, hugging her slender frame in a way that was both modest and flattering. The short skirt swayed lightly as she moved, revealing shapely legs encased in sheer black stockings that ended in polished shoes.
For a fleeting moment, Junior found himself distracted. "Another maid with such an ethereal presence? How is this possible?" His mind wandered. "She's beautiful, sure, but she's not Helen. Helen's allure is unmatched,yet this one has her own unique charm. This mansion seems to be overflowing with beautiful women ."
His musings were interrupted as the maid's voice broke the silence. "Master Junior, are you bullying your sister again? Is that why you summoned her, just to torment her?" Her tone was sharp, almost scolding, as she placed her hands firmly on her hips, her stance radiating authority. She stood like an indignant mother reprimanding a mischievous child.
Rebecca peeked out from behind her maid, clutching the woman's gown tightly. "Don't make Brother mad, Susan," she whispered fearfully. "If he gets angry, he'll torment me all day." Her trembling voice only deepened the heavy tension in the room.
Junior flinched at Rebecca's words, a pang of guilt hitting him square in the chest. His hands clenched at his sides as he took a steadying breath. He wanted to lash out—not at Rebecca, but at the twisted version of himself that had planted this fear in her heart. "How much damage has he done? How much am I supposed to fix when I don't even know where to begin?"
Susan's sharp gaze didn't falter as she stepped forward, placing herself like a shield between him and Rebecca. Her presence was commanding despite her smaller frame, her amber eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Well?" she said, her voice firm. "You have something to say, Master Junior? Or were you planning on continuing this cruel routine?"
"I…" Junior started, the words catching in his throat. He raised his hands slightly, a gesture meant to calm the storm before it escalated further. "Susan, you're misunderstanding the situation."
"Am I?" she retorted, arching an eyebrow. "Because from where I stand, it looks like you've terrified your own sister into thinking she has no one to protect her."
Rebecca tugged at Susan's gown again, her movements frantic. "Susan, please," she whispered, barely audible. "Don't make him angry. Let's just leave, please don't make brother angry."
Hearing Rebecca's trembling voice made Junior's resolve snap into place. He couldn't allow this to continue,not for another second. He stepped forward, his tone soft but firm. "Rebecca, you don't have to be scared of me anymore."
His words made Rebecca freeze, her wide blue eyes peeking out from behind Susan's protective figure. She looked at him as though she couldn't believe what she had just heard.
Susan, however, didn't lower her guard. "Words are easy, Master Junior," she said coldly. "If you want Rebecca to believe you, you'll have to prove it."
Junior nodded, his face solemn. "I will. I'm not asking for trust right now,just a chance to show her I've changed."
Rebecca hesitated, her grip loosening slightly on Susan's gown. Her fear didn't vanish, but there was a flicker of something else in her expression,confusion, perhaps even hope.