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But none of this was my fault!
My fists clenched unconsciously. That ungrateful brat!
Because I had my past memories, I’d always been mature beyond my years. Not only was I an excellent
student, but I was also calm, collected, and emotionally stable.
When our father punished him, it was always me who rushed in to shield him!
That ungrateful, backstabbing…
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That ungrateful, backstabbing…
Just as I was about to argue, my father spoke first, his voice firm.
“She can stay. But Lila is not moving out. I won’t have it!”
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In the end, Jenna was allowed to stay with the Clarks, temporarily, under the guise of being a “ward of the
family.”
The DNA results would be ready in a week.
I knew she looked familiar. It took me a while, but I finally remembered where I’d seen her before.
It was the first day of orientation at our university.
We were both carrying the same limited–edition Louis Vuitton bag.
Except there was only one of that model in the entire country, and it was mine. The bag in her arms was an
obvious fake, and the other students had mocked her for it.
Back then, she had been meek, like a kicked puppy, clutching the bag to her chest. A far cry from the arroga-
nt, demanding person she was now.
When we got back to the mansion, she surveyed her new surroundings, her eyes wide with disbelief. The
opulence was beyond anything she could have imagined. She tugged on Leo’s sleeve. “Brother, I want to stay
in Lila’s room.”
Without even a glance in my direction or asking for my permission, Leo led her straight upstairs.
My mother squeezed my hand comfortingly. “Lila, no matter what, you will always be my daughter.”
I squeezed back. “Don’t worry, Mom. You’ll only ever have one daughter.”
Whether she’d still have a son, however, was another question.
Leo led Jenna into my bedroom.
She was completely floored.
She wandered around my room, which was bigger than her entire apartment. My bathroom alone was sever-
al times the size of her family’s home. The walk–in closet was filled with rows of haute couture, and an entire
wall was dedicated to luxury bags, shoes, and jewelry. It was more than she’d ever seen, even in a high–end
department store.
I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed. “Seen enough? Then get out.”
Jenna shrank behind Leo like a frightened bird.
“Lila! You’re not my sister, you have no right to this room!” Leo snapped.
“If you know what’s good for you, you can have the storage room on the first floor. And if you can’t find a job,
I suppose you could work here as a maid, to serve Jenna.”
I considered it for a moment. Fine.
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I grabbed my pillow and walked pitifully to the storage room.
I glanced back at Jenna. “Enjoy the room. It’s all yours.”
“At least you have some self–awareness!”
The sound of the main door closing shut out their voices.
Leo, you absolute moron.
