“Presley, no more lies. You deserve the truth now—Blairie… She's your half-sister. You have the same father. I found out today while she was being resuscitated. Your dad told me himself. And your blood—it’s the safest for her.
“He was devastated, hitting his chest and crying over how he failed her. But heaven gave us one more chance. Blairie… she’s a real heiress. A rich man’s daughter. But she grew up in hardship, and she risked everything, even her life, just to love me.
“Can’t you just… let it go and forgive her? Help me make it up to her.”
I stared at him—my eyes wide.
‘What? Blaire… is my father’s biological daughter? Not some orphan he adopted out of pity?’
My mind spun, piecing together fragments I’d ignored before.
The day Blaire arrived… Mom stopped smiling.
Dad didn't seem to like Blaire, even often scolding her.
A year later, Mom flew to Switzerland.
And never really came back.
Later, she became depressed… and jumped to her death.
‘Now… Now it all makes sense.’
