Because of this, Harley took the initiative to tell our parents she wanted to study.
My parents were delighted and immediately spent a lot of money to enroll her in various tutoring classes, trying to make up for all the years they owed her.
I didn't know about her learning progress. Anyway, she quickly showed her achievements to them.
She showed them a bunch of certificates, including Grade 10 in piano, Grade 9 in traditional painting, and Grade 8 in ballet...
Her teachers praised her.
Harley had a proud smile on her face and walked past me complacently.
I watched the scene in silence.
As someone who actually had those certificates, I could tell at a glance that Harley's certificates were fake. It was some lousy forgeries she brought online. She could buy 10 for 10 dollars, and the price even came with free shipping.
But my usually shrewd parents, blinded by their favoritism, couldn't see anything unusual at all and kept praising Harley, who had fooled them.
I was invited as a judge for a calligraphy appreciation event.
And I saw Harley in the contestant's seat.
I had always been groomed as the heir of the Hersey Group, and calligraphy was one of my few hobbies.