"Amelia! How many times do I have to say it? I only recognize Janine as my sister!"
Madam Wright sighed in perfect fake sympathy. "Amelia, it wasn't Janine's fault you two were switched at birth. You've bullied her for six years—isn't that enough?"
Amelia clenched her fists, face pale. "I didn't bully her. She—"
But Mr. Wright didn't even let her finish. He slammed his glass on the table. "This is a family dinner! If you can't behave, get out!"
I floated over beside him, glaring, and I spat in his glass in anger.
"Fine! Let's go, babe. We don't need this bunch of psychos anyway!"
But Amelia just shook her head softly.
I knew she was enduring this humiliation for my sake—to get money for me. My heart suddenly turned to mush.
She sat quietly in the corner. When the maid brought her cutlery, she just ate silently, pretending she didn't hear the others' disdain.
No one spoke.
After a few bites, Kenneth slammed his bowl down. "I lost my appetite. I'm done."
Mr. Wright followed suit, and Madam Wright immediately called the maid to clear the table, not caring that Amelia had barely eaten two bites.
She didn't complain, and just kept her head down. She was calm as if she'd long gotten used to it.