"Appropriate? How? It's the 21st century already, Chelsea," Jane sneered, wrapped her arms around her breasts, and looked at me, showing no intention of taking the clothes in my hands at all.

Her voice was quite loud, and I wondered whether Cyril sitting in the living room could hear her.

I was a bit annoyed. I didn't want Cyril to know about my situation at home, but it seemed impossible to hide it from him anymore.

"Come on. Are you mad?" Jane leaned over, her tone provocative. "That's right. After all, you must have gone through a lot before finding yourself a boyfriend. If he likes me, you'll be devastated. Guys always pursue me and ignore you!"

I looked at her coldly. Since we were young, Jane had always looked down on me, her older sister. She used to think I was unfashionable, and even after I earned more money than her, she still looked down on me. She still tried to provoke me now that I was seeing someone.

Glancing at the Chanel classic bag by the bedside, I frowned, walked up to it, and felt its texture.

Cyril gave me this bag not long ago, so I could tell it wasn't fake.

But how could she afford it?

"Don't touch it!" Jane rushed up, patted my hand away, and carefully stuffed the bag into the cabinet. "Didn't anyone tell you not to touch other people's things?"

"Where did you get the money to buy that bag?" I frowned and asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

I was so mad that I actually laughed and said, "You spent all the money I gave you on bags?"

"None of your business!"

My gaze shifted to the lipsticks and foundation on the dressing table. They were all from luxury brands!

But the money I gave her wasn't enough to buy all these!

"Jane, you..."

"You're so annoying!" Jane interrupted me and snatched the clothes from my hands. "Get out! I need to change clothes!"

She walked out of her bedroom again.

She had changed into an off-shoulder blouse, paired with a black mini skirt.

I glanced at her and decided not to bother with her.

Cyril pulled my hand and said, "I will cook my specialty for you later."

"No way. You're our guest," I said hurriedly. "Later, I..."

"He wants to cook. Why are you stopping him?" Dad, with a big belly, came in from the door and glanced at us. "You're back so early."

I stood up and felt a bit embarrassed hearing his words.