The Wrong Birthday Wish Chapter 2

In the end, I bent down and only picked up my books.

After the banquet ended, I was led to the storage room by the nanny, Martha.

It was a space of about fifty square feet, containing only a wooden plank bed piled with junk and a rusted iron window.

Martha stood at the door, hesitating before speaking. "Young Miss... Chloe. The Master and Madam remember your good deeds. When they come to their senses, you'll still be the eldest daughter of the Jenkins family..."

Before she could finish, two cockroaches scurried out from a corner and disappeared quickly.

I pretended not to see the embarrassment on her face. "Thank you. I know."

Martha shook her head and left.

I heard her mutter softly, "Looking so much alike, how could she not be... sigh..."

I sat on the plank bed, staring blankly into the pitch-black night outside the window.

It's okay. Just wait one more year, and I can leave forever.

That night, my stomach cramped terribly.

Without any pads, I had to use wadded-up toilet paper.

Coming out of the bathroom, I heard my parents talking in hushed tones.

"Honey, do you think treating Chloe like this will make her hate us? She is our biological daughter after all."

My dad scoffed coldly. "It's her own fault for always bullying Mia. As the older sister, she never knows how to yield. Making her suffer a bit is for her own good."

"In a year, when Mia has had her fun, we'll just find an excuse and say the paternity test was a mistake. When she regains her status as the eldest daughter of the Jenkins family, she'll be too happy to complain."

My fingertips went cold.

It felt absurd and laughable.

What makes them think that after trampling me into the dirt, I would just obediently stand there and wait for them?

The next day, I went out to buy sanitary pads.

At checkout, I was told my balance was insufficient.

But I clearly had forty dollars saved up on my card.

Returning to the villa, I pushed open the door.

The three of them were laughing and chatting at the dining table.

A gift bag sat on the table.

My mom fondly stroked a silk scarf in her hands. "Our Mia is such a sweet, caring girl. She even bought Mom a gift. Mom is so happy."

My dad spun a plastic water bottle in his hands, unable to stop smiling. "Dad loves his too. That's my precious daughter."

Mia pouted and leaned her head on Mom's shoulder. "But these two gifts only cost forty dollars. You won't blame me for buying something so cheap, will you?"

My mom immediately shook her head. "Of course not! As long as my darling bought it for me, even if it cost two cents, it's a treasure to Mom."

My dad didn't forget to put me down while comforting her. "Exactly. Not like your sister, who only knows how to spend the family's money. She's never bought us a single gift. Just an ungrateful wretch. How could she compare to my Mia..."

Noticing my return, they immediately stopped talking.

Mia tilted her head to look at me.

Her smile was full of malice.

That forty dollars.

Was the living expenses I had saved up over two months.

It was all the money I had.

My entire body went cold. Something in my brain exploded with a massive bang.

By the time I realized what was happening, I had already grabbed Mia and raised my hand to slap her.

But before the slap could land.

My dad kicked me hard.

My spine slammed into the sharp corner of the coffee table.

The pain was so intense my vision went black.

Mia held up an arm with a tiny red mark.

Crying as if the sky was falling. "Mom! Dad! It hurts so much! Is my arm broken?"

My mom yelled anxiously, "Quick, call an ambulance!"

My dad hastily replied, "Forget the ambulance, there's no time. I'll drive Mia to the hospital."

Mia pointed at me, sprawled on the floor. "I don't want to ride in the car. This bastard hurt me. I want her to carry me all the way to the hospital on her back."