I took a deep breath, looking at the chaos I'd caused. "Auntie Eliana doesn't know anything. I lied to her."
Whether it was the internet mob or her boss, I took all the blame.
After clearing Eliana's name, I took a taxi to the hospital.
I pushed open the door to the ward.
Mom and Dad weren't there. Grace was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through her phone. Her complexion was rosy, her eyes bright.
She didn't look sick at all.
When I entered, she didn't even look up. Her gaze passed right through me, as if I were air.
I wasn't surprised. Whenever our parents weren't watching, the "sweet little sister" act vanished. She never called me sister. Never acknowledged my existence unless she had to.
"Grace, why did you frame me?"
Silence. Her thumbs kept tapping the screen.
"At this point, do you still not dare to speak a single word of truth?"
Grace finally looked up.
A teenage girl should be innocent. Bright. But her eyes held a gloom and a cold indifference that made my blood run cold.
"Mom and Dad only need one child." Her voice was flat. Empty. "That child is me."
"They don't need two daughters. And I don't need a sister."