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After hanging up the phone, my mom pushed open my bedroom door.
“Where’s that sapphire necklace your father left you before he died?”
11:05 AM
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I remained silent.
Mom‘ frowned in displeasure, “What’s with that attitude? Your sister just thought it was pretty and wanted to borrow it for a few days. Hurry up
and get it out, don’t be so stingy!”
Chloe hung onto Mom’s arm, saying dejectedly: “It’s okay, Mom. Olivia has never seen me as a real sister. If she doesn’t want to, I won’t force
her”
“She wouldn’t dare not recognize you! This necklace belonged to my husband, who was also your father. I’ll make the decision today and give it to you.”
Mom hugged Chloe and glared at me sternly, “If you don’t hand it over, don’t blame me for having people search your room.
I stared at her blankly, my smile more painful than crying.
The once gentle and loving mother in my memories.
Had ultimately become this harsh–faced figure in front of me.
But I was about to leave this place forever anyway.
I no longer had the heart to engage in meaningless arguments with her.
I silently took the sapphire necklace out of its box and handed it to her.
Mom smiled with satisfaction, “That’s more like it. Chloe is your sister, so you as the older sister should let her have the nice things.”
After Mom left, Chloe put on the necklace right in front of me.
“Sis, don’t blame Mom for favoring me. To be honest, this necklace looks better on me anyway.”
“Just like how Ryan is more suitable as my boyfriend.”
“Things that belong to me, others will never be able to get.”
Seeing Chloe’s smug expression.
I didn’t say a word.
People like her, the more you engage, the more they push it.
I picked up my bag and walked past her down the stairs, treating her like thin air.
“Ah! Sis, why did you push me…
Chloe suddenly darted in front of me, pretending I had pushed her as she stumbled backwards towards the stairs.
Although I disliked her, I instinctively reached out to grab her.
After all, falling down over 20 steps was no joke.
“Olivia Young, you vicious woman!”
Ryan violently slapped away my hand that was holding Chloe’s arm.
My hand smacked hard against the railing with a loud “thud“.
I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
“Ryan, thank goodness you came in time, or else I…
Chloe hid in Ryan’s arms, her face tearful and frightened.
“It’s okay, don’t be scared. I’m here.” Ryan stroked Chloe’s head, gently comforting her: “I won’t let anyone bully you.”
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I looked at my own hand, which was bruised, swollen and possibly fractured from the impact.
Then I looked at Chloe, who had only been startled but was now being tightly held and fussed over by Ryan.
Suddenly it all felt so ironic.
The boy who once doted on me endlessly and promised to be good to me for life.
The man who was supposed to marry me in just three months.
How could he have suddenly changed his heart?
