Chapter 3

3.

"Why would she do this?"

I felt a surge of anger.

"Just because I did not save her, she wants to use the internet to ruin me?"

Mother was also furious.

"I did not expect this from her either."

"After all, we raised her for so many years."

"Like mother, like daughter. She is just as trashy as the woman who birthed her."

"Sierra, do not worry about this anymore. Your father and I will handle it."

"No," I said, looking firmly at my mother.

"This started because of me. I should be the one to end it."

Mother stayed silent for a few seconds before finally nodding.

Quinn came over and took my hand. "Sierra, you should settle this quickly. It is not good for the family's reputation."

"I know."

Jasmine and I had been close since we were kids.

When she only had ten dollars of pocket money, she would spend nine on a cake for me.

When she grew up and got a summer job, she would buy me gifts.

I did the same for her. When I got my first paycheck, I bought her a new phone.

I never thought we would end up like this.

Was I wrong?

Should I have saved her in that moment?

Even if I was wrong, she should not have posted that video.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I posted a new video on TikTok.

【She is not my biological sister. I saw the nanny swap her out years ago. Why should I have saved her?】

I did not expect that this post would bring even more hate.

【Is this something a sane person says? Even if she is not your blood, you lived together for twenty years!】

【I have never seen someone so cold. Even a stranger deserves help in that situation.】

【Your morals are absolutely shocking!】

I turned off my phone. On my desk was a family photo.

It showed my parents, me, and Jasmine.

We really did look alike as a family.

I had brought this up to my parents before.

Their explanation was simple: "It is just an illusion. You have lived with her so long that you just imagine the resemblance."

Thinking of this, I got up and went toward my parents' bedroom to talk to them.

But before I could open the door, I heard my mother's anxious voice.

"I just do not feel right about this."

My father comforted her. "What are you afraid of? The DNA test results are right here."

I froze.

Why would my mother feel uneasy?