When I was ten, my parents' business went bankrupt, and they were driven to jump off a building to their deaths. Faced with the coercion of creditors, my sister, who had become a mistress, returned. She brought bodyguards, sold my parents' house, paid off the debt, and forced me into her car. "From today on, you're with me. Mom and Dad still owe $800,000. You'll pay it back when you grow up and make money." I glared at her viciously: "Why did you come back! Mom and Dad died because of you. Why wasn't it you who died!" 1 She remained silent. I had known since I was little that I had an older sister. She left home at 18, saying the family was too poor and couldn't give her the life she wanted, so she ran off with a rich man and became his mistress. At school, classmates would always ask me: "Chloe, is your sister really a mistress? How shameless!" "Your sister gave herself up. All the money your family has must be from her, right?" "My mom said your sister is shameless and won't let me play with you!" I had always hated her. I hated her for being shameless and for dragging me down. I also hated her because if it weren't for her, my parents wouldn't have wanted to start a business, bought a storefront, and ended up bankrupt due to poor management. Now she was back, selling the only memory Mom and Dad left behind. After I cursed at her, she looked at me and sneered, "I do want to die, but I just can't!" "Little girl, you want me dead, but I refuse to die! No one else wants you but me. You better behave, or I'll throw you back!" Hearing this, the ten-year-old me turned pale with fright. Although I hated her, I also knew I had no choice. Those relatives of ours all thought Mom and Dad left me money. They couldn't even say two words before telling me to go to the bank. They didn't really care about me, but this sister I had never met wasn't necessarily any better. But I had no choice; she was my guardian. I took the train with her to an unfamiliar city, eventually arriving at an apartment. This was her home. It was kept very clean, and there were men's clothes and shoes around. My room was on the second floor. It was small, but it was already very nice. "You can move around freely normally, but if my boyfriend comes over, you have to stay in your room. Don't come out and cause trouble for me!" I lowered my head and said nothing. My sister's boyfriend was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. When he saw me, he smiled slightly: "So this is Chloe!" I nodded, holding my water cup, and quickly went upstairs to close my door. I could tell from his smile that he was very distant. Just like those teachers at my old school. They would also nod and smile when they saw me, but the smile never reached their eyes. It was as if I was just an insignificant plaything! In my mother's words: "Some people look down on everyone else. They're not people we can associate with." He was someone we couldn't associate with. My sister told me to call him Mr. Smith. He ran a trading company locally and drove luxury cars. When Mr. Smith came, he would bring gifts for my sister and snacks for me. But he only stayed for a few hours and never stayed overnight. And I was arranged to go to a nearby elementary school. Here, no one knew my sister was a mistress, but I was still a little afraid—afraid my sister would be discovered, afraid I would be mocked. This kind of life continued for two years. I started middle school. I had nowhere to go during the summer vacation, so my sister took me to her company. Only then did I learn she worked at Mr. Smith's company. On my first day there, I was told that the plump woman in the company was Mr. Smith's wife. In that instant, I felt my heart turn to ice. I hated my sister. Why did she bring me here? Every time I ran into the boss's wife, my heart would be in my throat, terrified she would curse me for being raised by a mistress. The boss's wife, Sarah, would always call out to me when she saw me: "Little girl, come here and help me hold this!" She had me carry her bags and offered me money, which I didn't dare to take. I was afraid she would take it back later, and even more afraid she would curse me for having no shame. Seeing that I wouldn't take the money, Sarah just patted my head. At the end of the summer, she bought me two outfits and even drove me to school when it started. When I found out the school had boarding, I immediately applied. 2 My sister was a little unhappy: "It's not like you can't live at home. Why board?" "It's convenient for studying. You work overtime and don't come back on time every day. I'll go hungry." This explanation silenced her, and she finally agreed. It was just that Mr. Smith was a little unhappy, "Why board for no reason! Come back and play during the holidays!" Before his hairy hand could land on my head, Sarah slapped it away. Afraid they would start arguing, I quickly hugged my backpack and ran inside. After that, I went back once a week. My sister's apartment still kept a room for me. But gradually, more and more things started appearing in the room. I didn't think much of it. After all, I only slept there one night and then went back. It was originally her house anyway. Until a new transfer student came to our class. She was from my old hometown. Seeing her, I was terrified, but she still grabbed me. "Chloe, it really is you! You came here with your sister?" "Is your sister still someone's mistress?" After she said that, she deliberately covered her mouth, feigning shock, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I really forgot!" The other students all looked over. In that instant, I felt all the blood rush to my head. And the instigator, Mia, was still acting fearlessly, "Oh my, Chloe, don't look at me like that, I'm really scared!" The students gathered around, "Mia, is what you said true? Her sister really is a mistress?" "Oh my god, you can't even tell. No wonder she was dropped off in a luxury car on the first day of school!" "The sister of a mistress will probably be a mistress too!" I clenched my fists. Mia continued: "Don't say anymore, or she'll transfer schools again!" "After all, mistresses aren't exactly good people!" I looked up at her: "What about you? Why did you transfer? You were caught stealing in elementary school and the principal made you write a self-criticism in front of the whole school. Now you transfer here, is it because you couldn't stay at your old school anymore?!" Mia's face changed instantly, "Chloe, what's so great about you? With a sister like yours, she's stolen more than one! You, you might even be your sister's kid!" "What nonsense are you talking about!" "Everyone says you're the little! Bastard! Your sister gave birth to!" As soon as she finished speaking, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I went up and slapped her, grabbed her hair, and beat her like my life depended on it! In the end, it was the teacher who separated us. "Chloe! Mia, what are you doing!" "Teacher, she started it!" Mia cried like a baby. I wiped the blood off my face and said coldly, "Teacher, she has a filthy mouth!" I stared fiercely at Mia. She forgot to cry, and eventually, we inevitably had to call our parents. Mia's mom came and looked at me with disdain, "Chloe! You little bastard, how dare you hit my daughter!" "Mom, she hit me so hard!" Mia screamed: "Mom, beat her to death! Beat her to death!" Instead of getting angry, I laughed, "You also know I don't have a mom, just an older sister, and she's a mistress, so rounding up, I have nothing!" Mia froze for a moment. Her mom's face turned blue and white, and finally she said angrily: "No matter what, you must apologize!" My sister didn't come; Sarah did. After hearing what happened, Sarah pointed at Mia: "If anyone apologizes, it's you first! Who told you to have such a filthy mouth! Calling my little sister a bastard born to a mistress, right!" "I'm calling the police right now to sue you for slander! Bring out whatever evidence you have! If you can't, I'll sue you to death!" 3 Mia's face was as ugly as could be. In the end, she was forced to apologize. Mia's mom's face turned green. She didn't expect me to have backup here. She glared at me hatefully, pinched Mia's arm hard, and called her useless! I didn't say anything, just went back to class. Sarah patted my shoulder, "Don't overthink it. Your sister, she has it hard, but she's definitely not a bad person." I didn't speak. Back in class, the students looked at me differently, but I didn't care. When Mia came back, she glared at me fiercely. I glared back and said loudly: "Mia, from now on, if I hear any rumors in this class, I will call the police and have you arrested for spreading rumors!" Mia lay on her desk and cried. I felt so vindicated. Yeah, they all say my sister is a mistress. Where's the evidence? As long as there's no evidence, who dares to talk nonsense? My ruthlessness, combined with Mia's crying, put the students at ease. On the contrary, Mia was labeled a thief and could never shake it off. When I went home for the weekend, my sister was also there. I noticed there were more baby clothes and a cradle in the house, and my sister's belly was getting big. Seeing me, she waved, "Come here and look at your little nephew!" I clenched my fists. The secret I had guarded for two years at school was punctured by her own hands. And I had even talked tough to Mia, telling her to produce evidence if she said my sister was a mistress. But now, seeing my sister with a big belly, I felt like a joke. My legs felt like lead. I finally managed to drag myself over to her and looked at her. "Why are you a mistress? Why do you have to have an illegitimate child?" As soon as I asked the question, my sister's mouth trembled, and she didn't say a word for a long time. I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned and ran out. My sister shouted from behind: "Chloe! Come back here!" I roared like a madwoman: "I'm never coming back! I don't have a sister like you!" I missed Mom and Dad. When they were around, they always told me how good my sister's grades were, and then said they were useless and couldn't satisfy her, so they forced her to run away. But why did she come back? It would have been fine if she just came back, but she had to bring me here to witness her degradation and sin. I felt truly disgusted! I went to school and never went back. My sister found out through my homeroom teacher that I had gone back to school. She didn't say anything, just asked her to transfer my living expenses. I originally wanted to refuse stubbornly, but I couldn't. Until the end of the semester, I stood at the school gate with my luggage, and it was Sarah who came to pick me up again. She pulled me into the car, hesitating to speak several times. I could tell this wasn't the way home. Calculating the time, my sister should be due soon. She sighed: "Chloe, let me take you to see your sister!" Hearing this, I looked up at her and finally asked the question: "You don't hate her? She destroyed your family, she's a mistress." Sarah patted me, "Silly child, she's not a mistress at all. Your sister is the most sensible child. She's not a mistress. You'll know when you see her." I didn't want to see her, but Sarah drove me straight to the hospital. My heart sank! Did my sister have the baby? But Mr. Smith and Sarah were husband and wife. I couldn't figure out their relationship. When I followed Sarah into the hospital room, I found my sister lying on the bed, her belly swollen, her face sallow. Seeing this, my mind buzzed! It seemed like I understood everything. 4 "Sarah, why did you bring her here?" When my sister saw me, she tried hard to sit up. Sarah quickly went over and pressed her down, "Let you sisters see each other, lest you regret it!" Looking at my sister like this, how could I not understand? She had a terminal illness! It turned out the whole having a baby thing was a lie. There was someone back in our hometown who was like this, and in the end, they suffocated to death. Mom said it was uremia, incurable. Seeing her like this now, she had lost so much weight in just a few months. I walked over slowly. My sister touched my hand, "Haven't seen you in a few months, you've lost weight." "Chloe, I might not make it to that time." Sarah interrupted her: "What nonsense are you talking about? You're still young. Don't worry about the money for your treatment!" My head was buzzing. I didn't expect her to be so sick. I opened my mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time. It was Sarah who nudged me: "Are you mute? Your sister is this sick and wouldn't let me tell you. Now that you're here, if you have anything to say, say it quickly!" I finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Where's your baby?" As soon as I spoke, Sarah's eyes reddened, while my sister smiled: "Already born, in the incubator. Sarah will take you to see him later." So she really did have a baby, and gave birth to it. This confused me a bit. I stood blankly by her side and asked another question, "Are you going to die?" Since Mom and Dad passed away, she was my only relative. Although I didn't like her, the thought of her leaving me, leaving me all alone in this world, still made me worried. Hearing me say this, she laughed: "No, but even if I die, it doesn't matter. I've already found a way out for you." "I don't want it!" I shook off her hand. "You never asked me if I was willing. When Mom and Dad left, you brought me here without asking me. Now you're going to die, and you say you've thought of a way out for me, but you still haven't asked me. So I'm not willing." "Right, you're not willing." My sister's voice grew dark. "It was my oversight. You are a living person, how could you not have your own thoughts? But Chloe, you're still young." "I understand everything. You don't have to lie to me. You became someone's mistress, had his child, and now you're sick, so Sarah has to be responsible for you!" "You child!" Sarah stood there, somewhat surprised. "You didn't tell her?" My sister shook her head. "I didn't have time, and I didn't know where to start." Sarah sighed: "Talk to her nicely. I'm going to see the baby." After she left, my sister tried to persuade me: "Sarah and the others are good people. I gave birth to this child willingly, and I will give it to them later. I've already discussed it with Sarah, she will support your education." "Chloe, you have to understand one thing. No matter what happens in the end, even when you are driven into a corner, as long as you are alive, there is hope. As long as you are alive, you can start over." "My life hasn't been in vain. I went out to work hard and wanted to save up, but I didn't expect that the money I originally wanted to save for your education would all be spent on this illness." "But I don't regret it, because I went out and saw the world." Hearing her say this, I didn't know what to say. I just felt a lump in my throat, and my voice was hoarse. She patted my hand: "Go see your little nephew, he's very good-looking!" I felt a sense of relief and quickly rushed out.
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