After the call ended, the surroundings immediately erupted in laughter.
"Andrew, the doting brother, said he was second to me." But no one dares to claim first place.
"That’s Master Daniel’s posthumous crown. I heard it’s worth a billion. Who’s the real sister? Such a huge expense!"
Andrew’s lips curled with a doting smile.
"Emily has been pampered by me. I can’t bear to see her suffer even a little, so of course, the best is best for her. Vivian is different. She’s used to being simple, so she doesn’t deserve such expensive jewelry. I’ve had someone prepare a set of silver jewelry for her. Five hundred dollars is a lot of money for her."
The wind blew in from the window, carrying a salty, astringent smell that made my eyes sting.
So, my brother never even considered taking me home.
Eight years of ‘misfortune’ were just an excuse to keep me out.
Just to prevent me from stealing the affections of his only precious sister.
How ridiculous that I never doubted it, fearing that my bad luck would bring disaster upon him.
In fact, he could have told me that he didn’t want me as a sister.
I would have left. But why did he use eight years of lies to trap me in his hypocritical care?