Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 128 - 126- ARC 4 {LEAVING THE HOUSE}

Zosia changed into a fresh set of clothes—a simple T-shirt and jeans.

"What could I possibly do to while away time?" Zosia muttered out loud, her gaze scanning the room.

Her gaze landed on the laptop and an idea came into her head.

Opening her laptop, she settled at the small desk in the corner of her room.

The screen lit up, displaying her project thesis.

As she started typing, adding more notes and adjusting the citations.

She was able to immediately flow with the project, since she still had memories of what is meant to be done.

She also added some things and deleted the things that either made the work redundant etc.

A sudden bellow echoed through the house.

The voice was unmistakable—the host grandfather's. It was loud, filled with anger.

Zosia's fingers froze over the keyboard. "Seems like it's time."

Zosia leaned back in her chair, rubbing her forehead as she tried to figure out how to act as not to arouse suspicion.

"There is no need to act again, after all, I am already leaving them." Zosia muttered.

Recalling the request she made to Ashton, the host father, yesterday. She wondered if he was able to do it.

He had agreed to change her family registration and take care of other identification documents, effectively cutting ties with the Queens family.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, but it opened before she could respond.

Mr. Rowan, the housekeeper, stepped inside, his expression a mix of surprise and resignation.

"Oh, you've already packed," he noted, glancing at the suitcases neatly stacked by the wall.

Zosia nodded, closing her laptop and tucking it into her bag along with the charger. "Yes. Can you help me take these downstairs?"

Mr. Rowan hesitated but then gestured for the servants behind him to gather her things.

"Of course," he said, his voice gentle. He seemed almost apologetic, as if he were ashamed of what was happening.

Zosia slung her bag over her shoulder and followed them out of the room.

As they descended the stairs, she could see the host grandfather at the bottom, his face red with fury. Aisha stood next to him, her lips curled into a triumphant smirk.

Zosia was still a few steps from the landing when the old man hurled a glass vase at her. It whizzed past her head, shattering on the floor behind her. The sharp sound echoed in the foyer, drawing gasps from the staff.

Zosia's eyes narrowed as she looked at the broken shards. According to the host memories, the old man had always been strict, but this was a new level of hostility.

She raised her gaze to meet his, her expression calm and indifferent, which seemed to infuriate him even more.

"You vile girl!" he shouted, pointing a trembling finger at her. "How dare you try to harm Aisha? You think I wouldn't find out about your schemes? You've crossed the line this time, Auriel!"

Zosia glanced at Aisha, who was trying to appear distraught, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed her satisfaction. She had clearly fed her grandfather lies, twisting the story in her favor.

"What are you talking about?" Zosia asked, her voice steady. "I didn't do anything."

Her grandfather's face turned a deeper shade of red. "Liar! How did you get access to the dark web code? Who are you working with? You've been plotting against this family all along!"

Zosia sighed, shaking her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. And I don't have any code. But I guess it doesn't matter, does it? You've already made up your mind."

"You are no longer a part of this family!" he declared. "Pack your things and leave. You will have no association with the Queens from now on."

Zosia nodded, unfazed. "That was my plan all along."

The old man seemed momentarily taken aback by her calm response. He opened his mouth to continue his rant, but just then, Ashton, the host father, entered the room.

"What's going on here?" Ashton asked, his gaze flicking between his father-in-law and Zosia.

The grandfather jabbed a finger in Zosia's direction. "Don't act like as if you don't know what's going on. Besides, you were the one who told me about it."

Ashton held up a hand, trying to placate him. "Let's not jump to conclusions. We are still investigating what happened."

"What's there to investigate?" the old man snapped. "Her motives are clear as day."

"Oh my! How did I not see that she is an imposter. How did I not know that my real grandchild has been roaming the streets."

"Dad, it's not anyone's fault. It's a mistake." Ashton said.

"How is it not anyone's fault. It's your fault. If you hadn't been so caught up...." The old man didn't finish his words as Ashton immediately cut him in.

"Dad!" Ashton's voice turned cold, causing the old man to take a deep breath and pause, but it was only for a moment.

The argument escalated, voices growing louder.

"Enough!" Zosia cold voice rang out loud in the room, causing both adults to halt their arguments.

"Whether I did anything or not, it doesn't matter. I am already leaving and I have been planning to leave for a while, so technically, I have no reason to harm her." Zosia said, her gaze landing on Aisha who had her head lowered, like she was being bullied.

Zosia walked over to the table and pulled out a folder from her bag. "Here," she said, placing it down with a slight thud. "These are all the documents related to your mother. I've already prepared them for you. All the houses in my name, land, shops etc."

"They are not much, but neither am I greedy to go with something that doesn't belong to me."

The old man's expression darkened even further, clearly enraged by her organized departure.

"Mr. Ashton, can I speak with you?" Zosia said and it seemed like the address irked the old man, that he took another object to hurl at her.

Zosia glanced at him and without another word, she turned and followed Ashton to his study.

Once inside, Ashton closed the door and handed her a small envelope. "Here are your new identification documents and household registration."

Zosia accepted them with a nod. "Thank you." She then pulled out a flash drive from her pocket.

"These are the files I could gather. They might help you figure out who's actually behind all this."

Ashton took the flash drive without hesitation. "What do you want in return?" he asked, his tone cautious.

"Just make sure I can finish my degree without any issues," she replied. "I don't need anything else."

He raised an eyebrow. "Not even a place to stay?"

Zosia shook her head. "No. I've made other arrangements."

He sighed, seemingly impressed by her resolve. "Alright. I'll ensure you finish school without any problems. There's a car waiting to take you to your hostel."

"Thank you," Zosia said quietly before leaving the room.

As she stepped outside the house, she noticed that Aisha was waiting for her.

"Sister, I didn't want to tell Grandfather, but grandfather forced me to say it."

Zosia rolled her eyes. "Spare me the act, Aisha. I don't have time for this. I need to leave."

Aisha suddenly started crying, "Sister, I—"

Zosia didn't wait for her to finish and began wailing loudly.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm already leaving! Just let me go!"

Aisha was stunned into silence, taken aback by the outburst. It was a tactic she often used herself, and seeing it turned on her left her speechless.

Aisha immediately distanced herself from Zosia, clearing the road for Zosia to enter the car.

Without another glance, Zosia slipped into the waiting car, the door slamming shut behind her.

As the car pulled away, she caught a glimpse of Chris, watching from a distance.

Chris waved at her and she did the same in return.

Chris had seen everything Aisha did and couldn't help but I sneer.

He didn't plan to make any small conversation with her and returned back to the house.

Zosia leaned back in her seat, a small smile playing at her lips. Finally, she was free.

"Next step — Get a Job."

Also, she needs money, since she just emptied her account due to buying a house.

Thinking about it now, she wondered if she could try hypnosis on the driver and have him drop her at the new house.

Zosia decided to give it a go. Though the output was small, it was quite straining to do it, since her soul hadn't fully adapted.

"I need to do more exercises if I want to adapt faster." Zosia muttered.

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{Author's note}

Time to speed run.

It wouldn't be that fast but, I wouldn't be describing her day to day activities till she gets to that point.

Also, Thank you all for your support, I really appreciate

Please keep supporting me in any little way you can.

Thank you.