Chapter 3Murdered by Mom and the Fake Heiress

Dad’s brow furrowed even deeper, just as I expected.

“What kind of nonsense is that? What garbage have you been listening to? You have no manners at all! You get to your—”

“Richard.”

Dad was mid-sentence when Mom cut him off.

Her voice was soft, but held an undeniable edge, a tone that didn’t invite argument.

“Brooke’s been very emotional lately, Richard. As her father, you should be more mindful of her feelings. She was just a baby back then, and Miller never acknowledged her all these years. Why take it out on her?”

With that, Mom gently pulled Brooke closer, wiping away the vomit residue from the corner of her mouth.

Then she looked at me, her eyes still empty of any real warmth.

“Go take a shower. I’ll have the housekeeper clean up the room. Your sister meant well, perhaps she just went about it the wrong way. Let’s not dwell on such minor things.”

I looked at Mom’s face, so uncannily like my own. I opened my mouth, then closed it, saying nothing. Instead, I turned to look at Dad.

Anger still simmered in his eyes, but when he glanced at Mom beside him, his expression softened considerably.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded at me, forcing a gentle smile.

“You just got home, let’s not fight. Be good, go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready soon.”

I didn’t argue further. I just nodded obediently.

“Okay… I understand.”

Dad. He was completely wrapped around her finger.

I’d noticed it the moment I met them, and now I was certain. No matter how upset he was with Brooke, if Mom stepped in, he’d always play peacemaker.

With Mom backing her up, Brooke seemed to instantly forget the humiliation of eating rotten fish. She peeked out from behind Mom, shooting me a look dripping with scorn.

“Get. Out. Of. My. House.”

I saw her mouth the words silently.

I discreetly flipped her the bird and turned towards the bathroom.