Claudia looked uneasy at my impatient tone. “So you’re still upset because your father and I sent you to the orphanage? Haven’t we already explained it? Why are you still being so small-minded? It’s not nice at all.”
“You’re nothing like Phoebe.”
“Mom.”
A gentle hand held her arm.
A bright and elegant girl stood beside her, carrying the air of someone born into wealth.
“So this is Sister Freya?”
“I wondered which school Freya attended and what she had learned. As for me, though not perfect, I’ve tried everything, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.”
“Oh, I almost forgot, Freya grew up in an orphanage. You must have worked really hard to get into college, right?”
Phoebe’s tone carried a clear mix of pride and mockery. “I don’t remember having any sisters. Don’t go around claiming that.”
I looked at the woman pretending to be the victim after taking all the benefits for herself. When the manager brought out my customized jewelry, I brushed past Phoebe. I hadn’t even used much strength, yet she fell to the floor with a loud cry.