Immediately, everyone started calling me cold-hearted. Amid their curses, I noticed Julianne’s smug and provocative look.
Ever since she moved into our house, I had repeatedly fallen victim to her supposed “gentle kindness”. She was someone who could be ruthless, even with herself. It reminded me of the time she had framed me by grabbing my hand and forcing me to push her down the stairs. It resulted in her spending over a month in the hospital due to her severe injuries.
After I spoke, she gave a pitiful yet sweet smile, and with the knife in her hand, she cut her throat.
If it hadn’t been for Irvin’s quick reflexes kicking in, leading to him grabbing the knife before she could do any real damage, she might have bled out right there. Sometimes, I almost admired her for how far she was willing to go.
Despite Irvin’s quick actions preventing Julianne from bleeding to death, the knife still left a deep cut. It wasn’t life-threatening, but even a small injury was enough to make Irvin teared up, filled with concern for her.
He rushed her to the hospital, and his cold, disappointed glare was all aimed at me.
It was a stark contrast to how he treated me—when I was the one injured, he wouldn’t even bring me a glass of water, yet he rushed to take care of her like she was his entire world. The pain in my chest was unbearable.
“How could I have a sister as vicious as you?” Jeremy’s voice was filled with disappointment and hurt. “If anything happens to Lianne, I swear I won’t forgive you!”
With that, he stormed off, following Irvin.
Everyone else quickly followed suit. As they left, they deliberately shoved past me—some even pushed me hard enough to make me stumble. I dodged most of them, but the last one shoved me so forcefully that I almost fell.
Luckily, I managed to backpedal and collapse onto a nearby sofa before I hit the ground. If I had fallen, my body full of metal braces and pins would have shattered.
I had been too eager to get rid of the rotten relationship and ended up rushing. From now on, no matter what, I should always prioritize protecting my body.
The VIP lounge sofa was soft, but the pain in my body made it almost unbearable to stay there for long. I lay there for a while, trying to recover, but the exhaustion made it impossible to move.
Eventually, I forced myself to take a cab home, though the pain from the collision made it difficult to sleep. I ended up taking several sleeping pills before finally drifting off into a deep slumber.
I woke up to a bucket of cold water being splashed on me. My eyes snapped open, and I saw my parents’ furious faces.
For a moment, I was confused, unsure what day it was or if I was even dreaming. I hadn’t seen my parents this angry in ages, and I couldn’t tell if they were real or if I was just imagining things.
Then, Mom threw another bucket of cold water at me, shouting, “Millicent, how can you still sleep after everything you’ve done?
“How could I have given birth to such a venomous creature like you? You pushed Julianne to the point of death! If you want to die so badly, why don’t you just do it yourself!”
Millicent Quill was the name my parents gave me after they adopted Julianne. They said I was the older sister and should always remember to put Julianne first, no matter what.
From then on, I was to go by the name she chose. I didn’t want it. I fought against it with all my strength.
I couldn’t understand why I had to give up everything for her because I was a few days older than Julianne. My parents were giving everything to her—Jeremy, the rooms, my toys, even my opportunity to go to college or win awards.
