In the grand foyer, the air was thick with a cold, contemptuous atmosphere. "Do you really think you belong here?" the woman in the leopard print coat sneered sharply, her voice lashing Stella's fragile hope like a whip. "We're going on a family trip. You're just a foster child, don't cling on like a stray dog, trying to tag along." Stella's plea was so faint it was almost inaudible, like a dying ember in a storm. "Please, just this once... I haven't been on a family trip in a long time." She reached out, but was roughly pushed away. Three brothers came down from upstairs, their faces filled with indifference and impatience. "Seriously?" one scoffed, "Everyone's waiting. What, do you want us to beg you?" Another adjusted his glasses and pulled the leopard-print woman away. Stella watched their receding backs, her face slowly crumbling, a silent tear rolling down. [Holy hell, those words are so hurtful!] [Is a foster child not human? This family truly has no heart.] [Stella's gaze... she doesn't want to go on a trip, she just wants to be acknowledged.] [Her "haven't been on a family trip in a long time" is serious – it means she hasn't been on one since she came to this family.] [The three brothers also look so foolish, being led by their mother.] Hours later, the cold glow of a laptop screen illuminated the brothers' faces. They stared motionless as security footage replayed the scene from earlier. Every cruel word, every rejected plea, every hint of profound pain on Stella's face, played out frame by frame with a glaring, unforgiving clarity. [Look, this is your true face.] [Stella just wanted to belong, to feel a little family warmth, but you treated her as a burden.] [What she yearned for wasn't tourist attractions, but "home."] "I thought she was just acting, trying to gain sympathy," one muttered, his eyes filled with the dawning fear of understanding. [No, *you* were acting.] [You were acting out 'we're good people, she's a nuisance'.] "We were completely wrong," another whispered, his earlier irritation replaced by a stunned silence. [Only realizing it now? Isn't it too late!] The third man slammed his fist on the table. "Stella... she saw right through us." He growled, his tone not of anger towards Stella, but at his own foolish blindness. "Our contemptuous judgment was a cruel farce, and reality just slapped us hard across the face." "Find Winnie. And then, we'll find Stella." The command was decisive and urgent, laden with the weight of profound repentance and a desperate desire to atone for their mistake. [Find Stella? Would she *want* to be found by you?] [This round of heart-wrenching actions sets them up for a painful, uphill battle to win her back.] [I hope Stella can truly let go and never look back.] [But the question is, how do you find someone who, after being abandoned, never expected to be sought out?] After enduring relentless abuse from her three brothers, the younger sister volunteered for a human cryopreservation experiment—sleeping for three decades, thress brothers regret.