"Sister, I'm sorry, I love Aston, I can't leave him, can you let go?"
I laughed bitterly.
She always used her identity as a younger sister appropriately.
She took advantage of being loved, so she didn't reason.
Indeed, those who were favored had no reason to speak.
Unfortunately, the one who could make Kyra unreasonable was gone, his heart had eventually moved on to someone else.
"What about you, Aston?"
Aston was clearly more surprised by the relationship between me and Elise.
"Kyra, do you know Elise?"
"Yes, Aston, this is the sister I've mentioned to you before, what a coincidence."
Aston's expression became indescribable for a moment.
I could guess what Elise said without asking.
Elise and I were half-sisters.
When I was six years old, the grandmother who raised me died. I was taken to a new home by the only guardian who claimed to be my mother.
The new home had a lovely little sister who had been learning to paint since she was a child. She was so adorable that people couldn't help but like her. My uncle was also very good to me.
Until my sister turned ten, my mother signed her up for a world-class painting competition.
When we went out to sketch, my sister anxiously told me that she didn't actually like painting. Her teacher had said that she had no talent and advised her to find another interest.
My sister said she was sure she wouldn't win a big prize in this competition, but she didn't want to disappoint our mother.
She asked me what to do.
I couldn't understand her feelings because I loved painting, but my mother would never let me participate. She said it would be a waste of money if I learned.
In the end, I just told her not to worry too much. Our mother loved her so much that even if she didn't win a prize, our mother wouldn't blame her.
But my sister said I didn't understand.
Then she rolled down the hill from the sketching site.
I was scared out of my wits, and when I ran down to help her up, I was pushed away by my mother who had rushed over.
And my sister, she was sobbing, clutching her arm, looking at me.
"Sister, you want to participate in the competition, I can give you my spot. Since you came to this family, I've treated you like my real sister, how could you do this to me?"
Amid Elise's questioning, I received a loud slap and saw mom's uncontrollable disgust on her face.
Since then, I had to give way to whatever Elise wanted. Mom would always say that I owed her.