I had spent those three years abroad expanding the Bennett Group.
To say I was neglectful or unfilial—that was the cruelest slander imaginable.
Seeing that I didn’t react, Sophie grew irritated. Just as she was about to say something to provoke me further, her gaze suddenly flicked to the vase on the vanity.
She abruptly stood, grabbed the vase, and smashed it against her own forehead.
Bang!
With her scream, blood immediately began to stream down from the wound.
The incident happened so suddenly that I had no time to react. Instinctively, I reached out to support her.
Unexpectedly, she clutched my hand and flung herself to the ground, dragging me down with her.
Then, using every ounce of strength, she screamed:
“Help! Sister, why are you doing this? What did I do wrong? You were trying to hit me with the vase!”
“I was wrong, sister, don’t hit me! I’ll leave, I’ll leave right now!”
Hearing her shrieks, my parents rushed in immediately.
What they saw was this: the vase shattered on the floor, Sophie lying there with blood streaming from her forehead, and me on top of her—my hands positioned as if I were trying to strangle her.
Meanwhile, Sophie clutched my hands, feigning desperate resistance.