Chapter 4

That evening, the Reynolds parents brought Rebecca to my apartment.

"How dare you tell people at school that Rebecca isn’t our real daughter? What do you gain from it?"

"Well, everyone now knows that I’m the rightful heir to the Reynolds legacy, so, watch out."

Douglas, furious, jabbed his finger at my head, "I’m still alive, and I'll decide who gets to be the heir!"

I smirked.

"Got bubbles in your brain, old man? Is this house yours? Do you own any company shares? What right does a freeloading gold digger have to bark orders here?"

Darcy and Rebecca were shocked speechless. They usually tiptoed around Douglas’s fragile ego, always pampering him.

Pamper someone long enough, and they’ll start believing it.

Seeing Douglas tremble with anger, I continued to poke his sore spot. "Everything here belongs to the Reynolds family, including what you use. Don't forget, my grandpa holds the reins. He’s the one who decides who inherits, not you. Got it?"

"Respect me, and maybe I'll let you have some scraps. If not, once I take over, I’ll kick you out."

Douglas threw his shoe at me, "You ungrateful brat! I'll rip your mouth off your face!"

I dodged easily and turned to Darcy, "Your husband is attacking your own daughter and you’re just standing there? Is this your way of making up for losing me for eighteen years? I’m your blood, and you still prioritize a leeching husband over your own kid?"

Darcy stood there unmoved.

"Your dad is teaching you a lesson. That's his right."

Seeing the neighbors crowded around our door with their phones out, Douglas was forced to back down to save face.

Through these incidents, Rebecca learned the hard way not to confront me directly. She started to create scenarios at school to paint me as a bully and gain sympathy, making the students hate me.

What could I do?

I just played along—questioning her, empathizing with her, becoming her, and finally proving her right.

"Hey sis, don't you like me?"

"Drop the fake sister act, it's annoying."

"Sis, I brought you some snacks."

"Afraid you poisoned them."

With both our efforts, everyone soon saw Rebecca as the selfless, kind one who gave up her inheritance to care for her troubled little sister. And me, Jennifer, as the arrogant, blood-related bully who was hell-bent on tormenting poor Rebecca.

Sisterly bond? Funny.