Chapter 3

From that day on, I became Chloe Wilson, the young lady of Prosperous Bay City's top elite family.

My life turned upside down, everything was like a dream.

My mom became the elegant Mrs. Wilson, but in private when no one was around, she would always pull me aside and say, "Chloe, you must be good. Listen to your uncle and brother. If you don't behave, we'll be thrown out. Do you understand?"

Over and over again!

Her words lingered in my ears like a nightmare.

You must behave, Chloe.

Or we'll be thrown out.

You must behave!

You must behave!

Or we'll be thrown out!

I didn't want to be thrown out. I didn't want to go back to that run-down rental house, didn't want to go hungry and cold, and definitely didn't want to be beaten by that man.

Chloe was very scared.

Chloe will be very good, will definitely behave!

Don't throw Chloe out!

Although my brother was very fierce, although he always spoke harshly to me and ignored my attempts to be nice.

He called me the daughter of a bitch.

He poured the milk I brought him over my head.

He threw the birthday gift I prepared for him in the trash.

When I was cleaning up broken glass, he stepped on my hand.

At school, when I picked up his basketball, he pushed me down the stairs...

But it's okay, Chloe is a good child, Chloe doesn't get angry.

We attended an elite school that combined elementary, middle, and high school. When I transferred there, I was in third grade, and Ethan had just started middle school. Mr. Wilson told him to wait for me every day to go home together, but he never waited a second longer than necessary.

If I was late, even if he had already seen me coming out of the school gates, he would still have the driver leave.

Many times, I had to walk home by myself. The road was long, and I was very tired, but when I got home, I always apologized to Mr. Wilson, saying it was my fault for playing around and letting my brother leave first.

Ethan looked at me with a mocking expression, I didn't know if he was mocking my self-importance or laughing at how easily I lied at such a young age.

But I was just afraid, afraid of going back to the nightmare of the past.

Would the gods in heaven forgive Chloe's lies?