Reborn on the Day My Sister and I Were Adopted-This Time, I Let Her Chase Her Dream of Becoming a Billionaire’s Daughter Chapter 4

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My adoptive mother, Lily White, was the first to arrive. 

The moment she saw me, she asked if I was hurt. Then, without hesitation, she went straight to my desk mate, Gwen, pulling out an ice pack to help with the swelling on her face. 

“Mr. Hughes,” she addressed the teacher firmly, “I heard everything over the phone. 

I do not believe for a second that my daughter or her desk mate stole anything. 

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Have you conducted a proper investigation? Can you provide evidence that they committed theft? 

If not, this is defamation, plain and simple.” 

Lily White may have been a humble florist, but when it came to me, she was fierce and unyielding. 

Back in elementary school, when I was still struggling with my communication issues, my classmates often bullied me. 

The moment my mother found out, she marched straight to the school, demanding accountability. By the end of it, not only did the bullies apologize, but their parents did too. 

Now, seeing Gwen injured, she stood in front of us like a mother hen protecting her chicks. 

The principal, however, didn’t take her seriously. He smirked condescendingly and said, “Mrs. White, I think you need to understand the situation. 

The person accusing your daughter is the Sinclair family’s eldest daughter–the heiress to the wealthiest family in Oakridge. This necklace is worth three million dollars. 

She has no reason to falsely accuse your daughter or her friend. 

If anything, it’s your responsibility as a parent to teach your child to own up to their mistakes. If you don’t, this incident will be recorded in their permanent files under theft.” 

“My daughter did not steal anything!” my mother snapped, refusing to back down. “If you want to accuse her, show me the evidence!” 

Peyton, meanwhile, was lounging nearby, sipping on a fancy bubble tea she’d ordered and looking utterly bored. 

With a roll of her eyes, she turned toward the door and said, “Lower–class people will always be lower–class. They mess up, refuse to admit it, and just make a scene. 

Anyway, my dad’s on his way now. You can explain everything to him.” 

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In my previous life, my adoptive father was a pot–bellied man who liked to say that businessmen all looked like him. 

This time around, he looked sharper, more put–together than I remembered. 

Back then, he had only adopted me to satisfy Evelyn Sinclair’s controlling tendencies, so he practically ignored my existence. 

But this life, it was different. 

He treated Peyton entirely differently. 

For the sake of a necklace, he personally came to the school, standing by Peyton’s side and shielding her without hesitation. 

“If these two troublemakers aren’t expelled,” he announced loudly, “the Sinclair family will pull all its funding from this school!” 

The school leaders paled at the threat, clearly terrified. They wasted no time doubling down on Lily, pressuring her even harder. 

At the door, a crowd of students watched the scene unfold, their understanding of Peyton’s privileged position deepening with every word her father spoke. 

Especially when Peyton crossed the line further, demanding that I kneel before her. 

“Get on your knees!” my adoptive father snapped at me. “When this goes to the police station, you’ll have even more to cry about!” 

Lily was furious, barely able to get a word in before he cut her off. 

He coldly listed my parents‘ workplaces–the flower shop my mother owned and my father’s small office job. 

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He threatened to shut down the shop and have my father fired, leaving my family with nothing. 

That’s the power of the wealthy. 

Just a single sentence, and they can make life impossible for ordinary people. 

To him, we were nothing but ants. 

I felt the old bitterness from my past life bubbling up, mixing with the burning anger I felt now. 

I suddenly remembered the evidence I had nearly exposed in my last life–proof that could have toppled the Sinclair family empire. 

I had come so close to freeing myself from their control, only to be sabotaged by Peyton at the last moment. 

In this life, I had planned to stay far away from them, to live a quiet, peaceful life. 

But now they had pushed me too far. 

At that moment, my mother’s warm hand rested on mine. 

“My dear,” she said, her voice calm but firm.” didn’t do it, then you didn’t do it. I trust you. We won’t bow down to them.” 

Gwen, standing beside us, handed Lily her phone back after borrowing it. 

“It’s fine,” she said. “The necklace was a gift from my dad. And he just texted me–he’s already outside the school.” 

Among the crowd of students watching from the doorway, some of my dormmates recognized the necklace Gwen was wearing. 

They knew exactly what had happened and decided to go to Peyton’s desk to search for the box her so–called necklace came in. 

If the necklace existed, the box should be there too. 

If not, her story was a complete lie. 

But before they could move, one of Peyton’s lackeys visibly paled, their expression giving everything away. 

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The lackey was trying to sneak away, her movements shifty and suspicious. 

“Stop right there!” 

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One of my dormmates quickly blocked her path, dragging a couple of others along 

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corner her. 

After a brief struggle, they found the so–called “missing necklace” my sister had been accusing everyone of stealing–right on the lackey. 

“Wait… there really is a necklace like the one she described?” My dormmate looked baffled. 

Without giving the lackey a chance to explain herself, they shoved her into the office. 

“You tell them yourself–did you steal this necklace?” 

Even Peyton froze, clearly not expecting this development. She hadn’t considered the possibility that the necklace could show up after all her 

accusations. 

The lackey panicked, waving her hands frantically. 

“No, no! Miss Peyton, don’t you remember? Between classes, you said you didn’t feel safe leaving it in the classroom, so you asked me to hold 

onto it for you… 

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Her voice trailed off as she noticed Peyton’s expression darken. 

The atmosphere in the room shifted. 

Everyone knew that Peyton considered her classmates beneath her–mere nobodies who couldn’t be trusted with something as valuable as a $3 million necklace. It made sense that she’d ask someone to hold it for safekeeping. 

But in her blind rage earlier, she’d been so determined to blame Gwen for “stealing” it that she’d completely forgotten. 

Now, things were… awkward. 

Peyton’s face flushed with embarrassment, but she quickly masked it, refusing to admit she’d made a mistake. 

Noticing that her father, Simon Sinclair, looked less than pleased, Peyton scrambled to recover. She turned to Gwen with a sneer, her tone dripping with mockery. 

“Oh, so it’s a fake. Figures.” 

She held up the necklace with a disdainful smirk, letting the gems catch the light. 

“See, my dad bought the original at an auction for $3 million. It’s been locked up in our family’s storage ever since. 

This cheap knockoff? The stones on it aren’t even worth twenty bucks.” 

She tossed the necklace onto the table, her voice full of false generosity. 

“Look, I’ll be nice. I’ll get you a $2,000 necklace to replace this junk. At least wear something decent next time, hmm?” 

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Her words were meant to sound magnanimous, but everyone knew she was just trying to claw back some dignity. 

It was a weak attempt, but it was enough to shift the conversation and save face–barely. 

Simon Sinclair, ever protective of his pride, decided it was time to leave. He hated being embarrassed in public and clearly didn’t want to linger in this mess any longer. He motioned for Peyton to follow him. 

Just as they reached the door, a figure appeared, blocking their path. 

It was someone whose face often graced the covers of finance magazines–a powerful presence that immediately silenced the room. 

The man’s sharp eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked directly at Simon, giving a lazy smile. 

“What’s this? I just arrived, and you’re already leaving, Mr. Sinclair?”