“Sister, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed so much over the years.”
She rubbed her reddened wrist while crying in grievance.
“I thought a stranger had broken in. You scared me so badly, sister. I just tried on the bracelet you left on the table, but you said I wasn’t worthy and even grabbed it off me. I was terrified.”
“What? When did I ever grab you?”
I was stunned by her twisted lies and quickly tried to defend myself.
But before I could explain further, my mother suddenly rushed forward—only to embrace Sophie.
“Sophie, don’t cry! Just a misunderstanding!”
I was stunned.
After three years apart, my biological mother didn’t give me a single hug. Instead, she bypassed me and held Sophie in her arms.
Sophie continued her fake sobbing in my mother’s embrace.
After comforting her for a long while and treating me as if I were a stranger, my mother finally turned with a reproachful look.
“Sophia, look at you. After a few years abroad, you’ve forgotten all your manners.”
“Sophie is your sister. She didn’t even recognize you, and you dared to lay hands on her?”
Before I could say anything, my father, who had been silent until now, spoke sternly with a darkened face.