After My Rebirth, I Danced on the Fake Daughter's Head
Chapter 2
The next day, my parents came to my apartment. My biological dad, Douglas Reynolds, carefully spoke up, "Can I take a look at the document Rebecca signed yesterday?"
In this life, I didn't go back to live with them. Instead, I chose a riverside apartment on my own. Last time, their happy family life made me feel like I was just a clown, coveting what wasn’t mine.
No point forcing myself into a space where I clearly don't fit in. It would only disgust everyone, including myself.
I smiled, "Nope."
My bio mom, Darcy Reynolds, was caught off guard by my blunt refusal and scolded me with a stern face.
"How can you be so heartless? Sure, you're our biological daughter and the whole mix-up isn't Rebecca's fault, but your actions have been pretty harsh."
Last time around, I listened to them, didn't compete with Rebecca. Yet, all they thought of me was a dropout who embarrassed them. They never really looked at me, not even the housekeeper hesitated to bully me either.
Meanwhile, Rebecca thrived under their love, like she was some cherished princess. Was my fate just destined to be so miserable?
Seeing my silence, Douglas’s face darkened. "Your mom and I are still alive and kicking, and you’re already scheming over the inheritance. How can you be so cold-blooded?"
Listening to their accusations, I silently counted down in my mind. Three seconds later, I stood up, acting possessed. I flailed my hands around, running crazily around the living room.
"Who took away my mom and dad? Suffering alone for eighteen years wasn’t bad enough? Now even my parents have been taken over?!?!"
"Oh God, please give me back my mom and dad!"
My parents were freaked out by my performance and didn’t dare to bring up the document again.