My brother is a superstar. On a family reality show, the host asked each of us to share a funny story about him. My older sister: "He bought out an entire shop just so I could get the blind box figure I wanted." My younger sister: "He tried to send a photo to our family group chat but accidentally sent his nude pic." My brother's ears turned red: "Shut up!" The audience erupted in laughter. The host then turned to me: "Did you save that photo, Second Sister?" I shrugged: "No, because I'm not in the group chat." The atmosphere turned awkward. The host quickly changed the subject: "Then he must have bought you a lot of blind boxes too." I smiled shyly: "No, but he did give me a four-leaf clover necklace once." The audience gasped collectively. Rich. Generous. I blinked my eyes: "It was originally a gift for my older sister, but he gave it to me to convince me to move out and live in the dorms." "When my sister saw the necklace on me, she called me a thief." "My dad threw me into the pool to 'sober me up.' Later they found out it was a misunderstanding. Funny, right?" "Huh? Why aren't you guys laughing?" 1 The show was live. The large screen in front of us scrolled with real-time comments: [I smell tea.] [Family secrets? Shocking insider info?] [Come quick, there's drama!] [Didn't the superstar say he only had one older sister and one younger sister? Where did this second sister come from?] [I just checked his bio, and there really is no mention of this second sister in his family relations. What's going on?] [Doesn't look adopted either; she clearly looks like the mom.] The netizens were sharp. I am indeed a daughter of the Vanderbilt family. We share blood, but not much else. My parents had four children in total: one son and three daughters. I was the second to last. Our family originally lived in a small coastal town in Maine. My uncle struck it rich doing business out of state and wanted to bring my parents along. But he could only secure spots for three children in the new school district. After discussing it, my parents decided to leave me behind in the small town. They found a former colleague of my dad's to take care of me, promising him $500 a month for living expenses. I finished middle school in that small town before coming to the Vanderbilt estate. By then, they were already living in a massive mansion in the Hamptons. I only lived at home for one semester of high school. After transferring, I chose to live in the dorms. I barely went back once a month. I almost never appeared in the same frame as my parents or siblings. It's normal that netizens haven't seen me. If the production crew hadn't shown up at the door while I happened to be home, no one would have known the Vanderbilts actually had another daughter. 2 [Ahhh! This girl is my classmate! The valedictorian of North High! She just graduated this year. We only knew she was smart, didn't know she was a rich heiress!] [North High?? A Vanderbilt kid going to North High? Are you joking?] [It's true! She transferred from the prestigious St. Jude's Academy.] [Huh? Why give up a mansion for a regular high school? That's wild.] Seeing the comments dig deeper, I smiled: "Don't misunderstand, everyone. After clearing things up, they all apologized to me." "Our family values integrity. My dad is particularly strict about moral education. He only got rough because he cares." "High standards for character lead to better business development, right?" "My brother asked me to live at school to foster my independence. It was for my own good." "Besides, after the misunderstanding was resolved, my dad transferred me a huge sum as compensation." The host immediately asked: " reveal a specific number to broaden my horizons." I turned to my dad: "Dad, how much was it again?" My dad didn't bat an eye: "$20,000." "Wow!" The audience looked envious. Dad continued: "Our family rewards the right and punishes the wrong. No nonsense. Running a business is the same..." The skepticism in the comments turned into praise: [As expected of a business mogul, principled.] [Papa Vanderbilt, how about you kick me too and give me $20k?] [Sob, I want a good brother like that too.] Amidst the flattery, the show ended successfully. My dad, looking high-spirited, actually offered me a ride home in his car. I looked at my younger sister, Chloe, who was pouting. "No thanks. Let Snowy sit there. He doesn't like me getting close." Snowy is the Doberman Chloe raises. Very vicious. I still have a scar on my calf from where he bit me. Mom glanced at Chloe reproachfully: "You child, you're so spoiled. Make him move for your sister." Chloe nuzzled the dog's head, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "I'll move him, but let's see if Second Sister dares to sit." "You," Mom scolded her helplessly, then turned to me, "Then Ava, you can take a cab to The Banquet Hall yourself." They had planned to go for a late-night meal after the show. But at that time, I wasn't part of the plan. I looked at the simultaneously darkening faces of my older sister Bella and Chloe, and smiled: "I'm a bit tired, I won't go." Mom secretly sighed in relief but didn't forget to complain: "You child, you just won't warm up to us. You never participate in family activities, and then you'll say I'm biased." "Mom, stop it." Liam walked over and grabbed my hand. "Come on, I'll drive you home." 3 Unlike her coldness toward me, Chloe leaned on the car window and repeatedly urged: "Brother, hurry up! We'll wait for you." I tried to pull my hand away: "I can just take a cab, no need to trouble you." Liam didn't let go: "You're my sister. How is it trouble?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise. So Liam can speak human language too. Glancing at the fans secretly taking photos around us, I understood. I cooperated and got into the car, staring blankly out the window. While waiting at a red light, Liam suddenly said: "I didn't expect you to remember that incident." I smiled, still looking out the window. He sighed: "Anyway, thanks for today." Rare indeed. The proud and noble top-tier idol actually thanked me. Just as I was about to tease him, my phone pinged with a notification. [Dad transferred $200,000.00 to you.] [Good performance today. Your reward.] I accepted the money and showed the chat to Liam: "Brother, how about a tangible thank-you gift?" Liam agreed readily: "I already ordered the latest four-leaf clover necklace. You'll receive it tomorrow." I smiled brightly: "Thanks, Brother." Liam looked a bit unnatural: "No need to thank me. I should have given it to you long ago." That wasn't a lie. Sophomore year, he used a necklace to exchange for me leaving home to live at school. But he didn't tell Bella beforehand. Seeing the necklace on me, Bella decided I was a thief. The whole family stood by her side. I couldn't swim, but Dad kicked me into the pool to "sober me up." I choked on water, struggling miserably. They stood on the shore, watching coldly. Luckily, Liam came back in time and fished me out. Bella pinched the necklace, looking arrogant. "I don't care. If it was given to me, it's mine." Dad stuffed a few bills into my hand: "It's just a necklace. If your sister likes it, let her have it. Go buy one yourself." That money totaled $120. It was also the first allowance I received after returning to the Vanderbilt family. The lights outside flashed by rapidly. I narrowed my eyes: "It's okay. Better late than never." 4 Chloe called at least three times during the ride. Liam dropped me off at my door and left in a hurry. I took a bath. Just as I lay comfortably in bed, my phone chimed with a series of notifications. Looking at it, Bella had added me to the family group chat. [Bella: Welcome Ava. My bad, I forgot to add you before.] [Chloe: (Yawning) Actually, we don't really talk much in this group anyway. Doesn't matter if she's added or not (Doge face)] [Bella: (Smile) (Smile) (Smile)] [Liam: Ava, anything you want to eat? I'll pack it for you (Image) (Image) (Image)] A row of food photos flooded the screen, pushing Bella and Chloe's conversation up. I wanted to refuse, but changed my mind: [Anything is fine. Thanks, Brother.] Liam replied with an OK. After that, no one spoke in the group. I opened another chat and transferred the $200,000: [Uncle Ji, the hospital in Boston is arranged. Take Brother Jing for the prosthetic eye surgery next week. I'll come later.] The "typing..." indicator at the top flickered for a long time. Finally, only a few words came back: [Be careful. We'll wait for you.] My nose stung, and tears rolled down. Soon. Very soon.
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