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Lucas was red–faced, looking at me with fury:
“Brittany is taking photos! What are you
doing! Today isn’t just any birthday; it’s
Brittany’s eighteenth! Aren’t you ashamed?!
You have to steal the spotlight on a day like
this!”
My head was tilted to the side, my cheek was
burning, and my mouth seemed to be
bleeding, with a metallic taste.
It was hard to believe that my own brother
had hit me.
I stood up:
“Brittany’s party? Eighteenth birthday?
“Desc o birthday mean you can do whatever
“Does a birthday mean you can do whatever
you want?”
The next second, I slapped him back in the
face, my voice stern:
“Have you forgotten that today is also my
eighteenth birthday!”
The stern questioning echoed throughout the
first floor, and everyone forgot to celebrate
Brittany.
Lucas covered his face in disbelief: “You… hit
me?”
“Smack!”
Another slap landed on the other side of his
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face, and I looked at him coldly:
“This slap is for lying to me about the
birthday!”
“Mom…”
Brittany seemed frightened, her eyes red, and
she leaned into Mom’s arms, looking pitiful.
The latter quickly hugged her in her arms,
comforting her softly.
I gave her a cold glance and smiled:
“What are you crying about? So many people
are celebrating for you, what’s there to cry
about?”
Saying that, I pushed Ryan away. “Don’t
worry, I didn’t come back for you. You guys
can continue.”
Dad’s face was livid. “You stop right there!”
A gift box was thrown at my feet. You could
tell Dad was trying to restrain himself:
“Here, it’s not like we didn’t get you a
birthday gift! What are you making such a
fuss about! As if we’re mistreating you!
“You didn’t even change your clothes. Aren’t
you just trying to cause trouble? We raised
you for nothing! Take the gift and get out!
Don’t join us today!”
I picked up the gift box and opened it.
It was a bottle of Yves Saint Laurent perfume.
I grabbed it and smashed it on the ground.
“Crash!”
The perfume bottle shattered, and the strong
scent filled the air:
“Are you crazy! Didn’t you come back just to
show off? We gave you the gift, what else do
you want! Should we give you Brittany’s dress
too!”
Dad was exasperated.
I raised my chin, looking at him coldly:
“Do you think I can’t tell that this is a
promotional item from the dress?”
Dad was stunned.
With what Brittany was wearing and the
jewelry she had on, after buying all of that, a
50ml bottle of perfume was practically given
away by the brand.
Dad probably didn’t know, but when he randomly grabbed a gift box from the pile of
freebies, I saw it.
Some socialites started whispering.
Although my parents didn’t want to admit it,
the social circle knew that I was the real
daughter, but that I was more low–key.
Now that the real daughter was using the
stepsister’s freebies, it was enough for the
sculate for a while
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circle to speculate for a while.
Dad frowned even tighter, and I said coldly:
“Dad, either you don’t give me anything, like
in the past, or don’t give me Brittany’s
freebies!
“Do you think I’ll be grateful for whatever you
throw at me?
“Forget it, Dad. It’s better to pretend I’m not
your daughter.”
Dad pointed at me, angry. “You… who allowed
you to talk to your father like that?”
“Giving a real daughter freebies, do you really
see yourself as my dad?”
“You!”
He was at a loss for words, I didn’t even look
at him, turning and going upstairs.
