I couldn’t help but laugh ironically.
Wendy had staged the entire incident. And yet, here they were, two fools playing into her hands.
A week ago, she had barged into my room, her voice dripping with malice. “I heard you applied to stay in a dorm?
“You’re an idiot if you think that’ll make Dad pay attention to you.
“All I need to do is say one word, and I can make them hate you forever.
“Without you, I’ll be Dad’s only daughter, Ian’s only sister. Everything you own will belong to me.”
I refused to waste my energy on her antics and simply shut the door in her face.
Fifteen minutes later, she went to the storage room and started banging on the door, shouting as though someone had locked her inside.
When Ian returned from his extracurricular class, he immediately “rescued” her from the storage room. Then Wendy made her move.
She called Dad, her voice trembling with feigned fear.
“Dad, I was so scared.
“I know Jennifer doesn’t like me, but I didn’t think she’d lock me in the storage room. It was so terrifying.
“I know I’m not related to you by blood, and it’s only fair that Jennifer doesn’t like me, but it was so dark in there.
“Maybe you should send me back to the orphanage, Dad. Then Jennifer wouldn’t feel so angry about my existence anymore.”
