Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Orion's face turned a deep shade of crimson. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What other explanation could there possibly be?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock reasonableness.

"It certainly can't be that you've grown so fond of the thief who lived my life of luxury for sixteen years that you'd poison yourself with hatred against your own blood sister, just so she can keep playing the part, can it?"

"Since there's no blood relation between you two, feel free to love each other all you want. You have my full support!"

Our mother, who had just been holding Ophelia in her arms on the sofa, looked stunned by my words. She nervously released her grip on Ophelia.

She looked at Orion and Ophelia with suspicion in her eyes.

Orion took a step back, practically wanting to distance himself from Ophelia. "I didn't… I didn't!"

"I really didn't!"

I calmly took a sip of my tea, pressing on. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be questioning your real sister just to protect the fake one."

Orion fell silent, then turned and walked away.

The next few days were quiet.

Perhaps because of my words, our parents began to look at Ophelia with more scrutiny, and Orion made a point to avoid her.

The students at school were also unusually well-behaved.

Just as I was starting to tire of the boring life, my and Ophelia's birthdays arrived.

My parents said they'd hold a reunion banquet for our birthdays, to formally announce my identity as the second daughter of the Sullivan family and to change my surname back to Sullivan.

As we all know, no matter what kind of novel it is, the banquet scene is always crucial!

I charged my action cameras, then went to the venue early to scope things out, planning a small surprise for Ophelia, inspired by every fake-daughter melodrama I had read.

The day of the banquet, as soon as Ophelia entered, she was surrounded by several girls, who occasionally shot me looks of disdain and mockery.

I walked straight up to them. "Are you talking about me? Do you need a microphone so everyone can hear you better?"

They clearly didn't expect me to approach directly, and their faces turned awkward.

Ophelia flashed her signature smile. "Evelyn, we were just talking about the Chaumet jewelry collection for this year. Oh, right, I almost forgot that you grew up in the countryside and wouldn't know about this."

Laughter rang out from the girls around us. Ophelia covered her mouth, seemingly realizing she'd said something wrong.

"Evelyn, it's almost our turn to go on stage. Let's go find Mom."

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