“Did they show up to buy flowers for the handover event? Sis, did you grab another massive deal?!”
“Not one flowers are sold.”
Hearing my cold tone, Ivy froze.
“A fake daughter, getting flowers from the real daughter to celebrate?”
Ivy’s eyes grew huge. “Huh?!”
The day I was taken back to that house happened to be right before the college entrance exam.
I put all my focus on studying and had no plan to join any “real and fake daughter” mess.
However, my parents’ reply surprised me.
No one thought that my return meant I would replace the fake daughter.
Instead, to make up for the years they missed with me, my parents handed me a monthly allowance of fifty thousand dollars more than the fake daughter.
Each month, the housekeeper would bring pricey health goods to my campus, reminding me not to push myself.
Even if I didn’t score high, I still had my parents as my backup.
After the exam, Mom and Dad even asked where I wanted to travel. It was the first time I learned that “graduation trips” existed.
Brielle had enjoyed them since preschool. So cheerfully, I said, “Portland.”
I was too thrilled back then to notice the tight smile on Brielle’s face.