That sent the whole center into a frenzy.
"No way! Two prodigy babies under one roof?"
"One's talking, the other's harmonizing? What are the odds?!"
During group events or check-ups, my sister would parade around as if she owned the place, chin held high and full of pride.
She made sure to shoot me a look every time, the kind that said:
[Watch yourself, sis. This time, I'm winning.]
Finally, after our one-month stay ended, Vivian couldn't get out of there fast enough. She practically ran out with my sister in her arms.
I knew exactly where she was headed.
She was about to visit her so-called sugar daddy — the man who had been financing her entire lifestyle.
Just like in our last life.
She thought now that she had "his child," she had finally locked down her place. But she was in for a brutal wake-up call.
The man took one look at them, slammed the door in her face, and tossed a wad of cash at her like she was a problem he was tired of fixing.
He was married, and his wife came from a powerful political family, so he wasn't about to jeopardize that.