Ever since Camile Riley appeared, the two childhood friends, who had always favored me, began to make trouble from time to time. They did not allow any of my things to appear in public areas such as the living room and bathroom.
Looking at the underwear on the floor that was clearly not my size, I spoke lightly, "This is not mine."
Oliver stepped forward, carefully picked up the underwear on the ground, folded it and placed it in a conspicuous place on the sofa, with a doting tone in his voice.
"It must have been left when Mimi took a bath last night. What a little fool!"
In the past, "Mimi" was a special nickname given to me by two childhood friends. Now, "Mimi" became my stepsister's nickname, Camile and they called me just by my name, Hermione.
Orlando Lynch, Oliver's younger brother, poked his head out of the kitchen and asked me, "How do you make the beef rib soup you made before? Mimi wants to eat it!"
They both ignored my bandaged hand and did not see the gauze-wrapped wound on my forehead.
"My hand is injured. I can't help you!"
Orlando frowned, his face full of disgust.
"Hermione, what else can you do? You can even fall and injure yourself while walking. You're really stupid."