Looking at her exaggerated act, I had the urge to tear off her mask right there, but I forced it down, took a deep breath, and said, “No. You’re paying for everyone’s meal with your own savings, not mine. Why should I be upset? I really do have other things to do, and besides, I don’t like seafood. I won’t crash the party.”
At the mention of her own savings, Chloe’s eyes flashed with frustration. In the past, every time she played generous host, it was me footing the bill. Classmates always praised her as kind and generous, while whispering that I was stingy for not even buying drinks.
In my previous life, I later learned that the stab Chloe gave herself had missed any vital organs—she hadn’t actually died. And she wasn’t even my mother’s biological daughter.
Back when Mrs. Carter was pregnant and went in for a check-up, the attending doctor was none other than Chloe’s biological mother, Dr. Moore. Seeing that my parents were wealthy while she herself was also pregnant, Dr. Moore hatched a wicked scheme.
She lied that my mother was carrying twins, and secretly swapped in her own newborn to give to my parents.
Because of that lie, my parents raised Chloe for more than twenty years. In the end, she set fire to our house and killed them, and she and Dr. Moore inherited everything.
In this life, I no longer tried to stop her. She could eat all the seafood she wanted.
And I realized something else—she wasn’t really my sister. That explained why she was allergic to seafood while I wasn’t. If we were truly twins, how could only one of us have an allergy?
This time, without my support, I wondered how much her savings would suffer.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before she called me, pleading:
“Sophia, you know this seafood buffet is costing me a lot. You know I don’t have much in my savings. I can’t hold out for long. Can’t you lend me your credit card? I promise I’ll return it to your room respectfully tonight, all right?”
In the past, when she borrowed our family’s credit card, I didn’t mind the money—I only hated how carelessly she returned it. Now, hearing her sound so obedient, I realized she hadn’t expected me to refuse to go with her.
But after living again, I had no intention of being her fool.
I shook my head and said, “That’s not right, Chloe. You’re the one inviting the whole class to a seafood buffet, not me. Why should you use my credit card?”