10
At the dinner table.
I informed Richard and Eleanor that I wanted to live at school.
The family, who had been chatting and laughing, instantly fell silent.
Eleanor frowned. “Why do you suddenly want to live at school? Don’t you like the room your mother arranged for you today?”
She suddenly remembered Mrs. Davis’s words from this morning: “Elara and Jessica’s rooms are quite different, I’m afraid Elara might
overthink it‘
She then had a sudden realization, thinking Elara had complained to Mrs. Davis, and said impatiently,
“Don’t be so jealous. Jessica’s room has been hers for sixteen years.”
“You’ve only just moved in. Don’t compare everything to Jessica. If you really want it, we can get an interior designer to renovate your room in
a while.”
Richard: face was even fouler.
“Why aren’t you as sensible as Jessica? What will people think if they find out that I, a prominent Richard, let my daughter live at school? it’ll just be a joke.”
Liam suddenly thought of the boy who had held me today and became annoyed, speaking without thinking.
“Could it be for the convenience of flirting with some wild guy?”
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He glanced at Elara out of the corner of his eye, seeing her with her head down, saying nothing.
“Tsk”
o say at all.
Liam wanted to slap himself. That wasn’t what he meant to say
Jessica subtly hid her rising smirk.
Elora was so stupid, Jessica didn’t even need to deal with her, she’d just dig her own grave.
Seeing Jessica’s mocking and triumphant expression, Alex’s eyes darkened.
He wanted to say something, to question if their parents were being overly harsh on their biological sister.
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But in the end, he didn’t know how to speak.
I felt a throbbing pain in my chest.
The original girl had never compared herself to Jessica. She just wanted a little more attention from her family.
Even if she received just one–tenth of the attention Jessica got, she would have been secretly happy for a long, long time.
Long enough to smile as she drifted off to sleep at night.
She would write down every small interaction with her family in a notebook.
And whenever she felt sad, she would pull it out and secretly smile again.
But what she yearned for was so incredibly difficult to obtain
I let the original Elara’s emotions surge through me, t
tears rolling down my face, one by one.
My voice was choked and hoarse.
“If you never accepted me from the start, why did you bring me back?”
“Am I jealous? My own biological parents are fussing over a fake right in front of me, unable to stand her getting even a scratch”
“And my biological brother splashed scorching food on my face, showing no concern, no apology. My father is even afraid that my appearance will disgrace the Richard family!”
“But, have you ever acknowledged my identity? Who even knows I’m a Richard family child?”
“I’m just a rat living in a gutter, unseen, letting people at school call me an orphan. You don’t have to worry about me harming the Richard family’s reputation.”
“Why not just pretend I never came back?”
Anyway, I was dying soon.
Even if I died, they probably wouldn’t care, right?
Why? W
Why give birth to me…?
