Valerian fumed. "Calliope is out of her mind, I swear."

"What's she even doing?" Ulysses asked anxiously. "Isn't she running the company? Is she planning to quit? Just walk away and leave us hanging?"

Lisette glanced around hesitantly. "Honestly, I get the feeling... she's an imposter."

"Imposter?" The three brothers turned to her in unison.

"Yeah, like... pretending to be the real Calliope," Lisette explained. "Haven't you noticed? She doesn't resemble Mom, Dad, or any of our brothers."

"All the brothers share at least some resemblance to Mom or Dad, but Calliope? She's completely different."

"Sure, genetics are unpredictable, but this is extreme, isn't it?"

"What if she's not the real Calliope?"

"Then it would explain why she doesn't care about the Jewell family, or any of us."

Lisette watched her relatives, gauging their reactions.

"No way," Horatio frowned, arms crossed. "She grew up with Grandpa. We picked her up from his place ourselves. Grandpa wouldn't just substitute a fake, would he?"

"She can't be a fake! And if she is... where's the real one?" Monty added skeptically.

"But Lisette has a point," Valerian conceded. "She's so harsh sometimes, and honestly, she never really fit in—neither in looks nor personality. She's always been different."

"Grandpa raised her from day one," Ulysses shook his head. "No way he would've switched her out, not after all these years."

"It's just a theory," Lisette muttered, seeing their unconvinced expressions. But she was determined to find proof one way or another.

"Regardless, what she's doing now is crossing the line," Valerian said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Whether or not she's a fake, she's about to make us lose everything we've worked for."

"She probably thinks we've never treated her right," Ulysses said quietly, his gaze downcast. "And honestly, looking at where she is now, she doesn't need us. She's got the power. She has no reason to help."

"She's got every right to walk away," he added softly. "Guess her heart's just... frozen over."

He used to resent Calliope more than anyone. But now that she was truly slipping away, he couldn't help but rethink everything. The more he considered it, the more he realized how wrong they'd been. He regretted every moment he'd treated her badly. Now, Calliope felt like someone they could never reach again.

What if she never came back? What if she was gone for good? He hated that he was only realizing all this now, when it might already be too late.

"We haven't been that bad to her recently," Valerian protested, his brow furrowed. "She's always picking on Lisette! That's why we can't stand her. If she'd just make peace with Lisette, maybe we could all get along."

"We even invited her for Christmas dinner, but she chose to spend it with the other brothers. What could we do?"

"She thinks she's so great now," Zelda scoffed. "I told you, nothing good ever happens when she's around. We should've never begged for her help in the first place."

"But she did fix Horatio's leg," Ulysses said softly, glancing at Horatio. "No matter what else, she kept her word on that."