Chapter 3The Heartless Family

Although Mom said she'd be back that night, she was still delayed by two days. James's funeral had already taken place by the time she finally arrived, trailing Chloe behind her. Chloe's neck was adorned with a shimmering pearl necklace, which gleamed ostentatiously in the dim light of the living room. Mom's eyes immediately landed on me. Before I could even react, a loud slap landed on my face. A searing pain instantly spread, making my head ring.

"You home-wrecker!" Mom screamed, her voice raw. "I only went to play with Chloe for a bit, and you started lying and stirring up trouble! How dare you joke about something as serious as James's accident!" My face felt numb from the blow, my mind a blank slate. It took a while to find my voice again. "I didn't…"

Chloe caressed the necklace on her neck, looking at me with an innocent expression, her eyes glinting with hidden triumph. "Mom, don't be angry, don't be angry because of me. Sophia is your biological daughter, after all. Maybe she just missed you too much, that's why…" Her words were supposedly conciliatory, yet each one poured gasoline on the fire.

"I wish I never had a daughter like you!" Mom hissed through clenched teeth, as if I were a plague she couldn't escape. Dad, who had been silent, stepped forward and shielded me. "If you don't want this daughter, I do. You and Chloe can live your own lives." Mom and I both froze. Dad usually doted on Chloe as much as Mom did, but now he was completely out of character. "Robert, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Chloe quickly stepped forward, weakly tugging at Dad's sleeve, her voice even more aggrieved. "Did Chloe make Dad angry? Chloe doesn't want the pearl necklace anymore, Dad, please don't be angry." Her eyes flickered between me and Dad, a clear performance. She wanted to use her feigned hurt and sensibility to win back Dad's favor.

Dad shook off her hand, his face expressionless. "Don't call me Dad." He looked at her coldly. "We're not related by blood." Chloe's face instantly went ashen, her body stiffened, and the tears in her eyes seemed to freeze. Grandma Rose finally couldn't hold back. "I don't know how you can call yourself a mother! Neglecting your own flesh and blood, but so attentive to an outsider!" I stood behind Dad, covering my burning cheek, watching Mom being reprimanded by the whole family. But this time, it wasn't me who was being scolded.

Mom was completely bewildered. She could only vent her anger on me. "Sophia Hayes! What did you tell them?! What lies have you been spreading again?!" She refused to believe James was truly dead, refused to believe her own actions had led to all this. She only believed I was up to my old tricks, slandering her behind her back, stirring up trouble. Just as Mom was about to lose her mind, Grandpa Frank delivered a sharp slap across Mom's face. Before Mom could recover from the blow, Grandpa Frank slammed a piece of paper he had been clutching tightly onto Mom's face. "You still have the nerve to blame others! Look! See for yourself!"