Chapter 4The Real Heiress’s Last Diary

Early the next morning, I went downstairs and bumped into Caden at the stairwell.

The original owner's third brother was the one most hostile to her.

He and Lily were similar in age and had the deepest bond.

Maybe the boy was too young, only knowing that the sister he doted on and protected since childhood was suddenly replaced.

This new person was going to take everything away from Lily.

He vented all his dissatisfaction on his biological sister.

He blamed her for breaking their original life.

Little did he know, the original owner was the most innocent one.

Caden looked at the obvious burn on my face, eyes dodging.

He deliberately didn't speak to me, waiting for me to greet him.

Unexpectedly, I didn't even look at him, walked around him, and left.

Father Sterling said coldly, "You're a big girl now, don't you know how to treat a little burn yourself? What do you look like going out like this?"

Father Sterling was a traditional patriarch; his eyes held more interest than family.

He was just afraid my appearance would embarrass him.

Moreover, the original owner was just someone brought back six months ago, with no skills in arts or music, poor grades, and no utilization value.

Mother Sterling also looked disapproving.

I sneered.

If it were Lily, she would probably have been sent to the hospital immediately.

Last night, no one took the initiative to ask if I was burned.

Or if I was hungry after eating so little.

Truly biased to the extreme.

"There's no first aid kit in the room."

Now it was the Sterling family's turn to be silent.

The master bedrooms in the Sterling villa naturally had everything.

But they brought the original owner back and let their biological daughter stay in the guest room.

The guest room had pitifully few things.

The original owner even had to use the public bathroom.

No one took the initiative to suggest changing rooms for the original owner.

Mother Sterling looked at her daughter's face, similar to hers, flushed red, and felt a moment of panic.

If it were Lily, a little injury would attract the whole family's care.

Why was it that with me, there wasn't a sound.

Not as endearing as Lily at all.

Caden said stubbornly, "How would we know it's this serious if you didn't say anything."

My upper abdomen started to hurt in waves, and I couldn't help but hunch over.

A taste of blood surged in my throat.

I pulled my backpack straps, voice hoarse: "I'm going to school."

Caden frowned.

Maybe it was his illusion, but Mia's posture seemed wrong...