Chapter 4

At the birthday party, Chloe invited many classmates and friends. I carefully presented a thoughtfully chosen gift to Chloe.

Chloe didn't even look, knocking the gift box to the floor.

"What is this junk? I'm your older sister, and this is how you treat my birthday?"

"Have you forgotten how many pretty dresses I gave you for your birthday?"

Chloe did give me many dresses, but among them, not a single one was new.

They were all dresses Chloe had worn, or her friends and classmates had worn…

I sobbed, picking up the gift and wiping off the dust with my sleeve.

"Chloe, you look best with hair clips."

"I saved money for months to buy this. Please take it…"

My words were again cut off by Chloe.

She forcefully snatched the box and threw it to the ground, her eyes full of disdain.

Watching the hair clip fall to the floor, my heart suddenly twisted in pain, making it hard to breathe.

I crouched down, trembling, reaching out to pick it up.

But then I saw Chloe stomp on the hair clip several times until it broke into two pieces.

Chloe stood with her arms crossed, looking down at me with contempt.

"Mom says you're a jinx. If I wear a hair clip from you, who knows what bad things might happen!"

"A jinx like you should take all your bad luck and get out of our house."

"Mom and Dad have lived such good lives, I don't know how we ended up with a jinx like you. You even almost killed Mom in the operating room. Ugh, a jinx!"

I collapsed to the floor, Chloe's voice becoming increasingly muffled in my ears.

When I woke up, Mom and Chloe were sitting by the bed, waiting.

I was incredibly excited. This was the first time Mom had stepped into my room since I could remember.

But before I could even speak, Mom slapped me hard.

I looked at her, confused, tears flowing against my will.

"Mom…"

I hadn't done anything wrong, why…

"Don't call me Mom. I don't have a jinx daughter like you. Look what you've done! If you're going to die, do it outside! What's the deal with dying at Chloe's birthday party?"

"Your dad finally agreed to celebrate Chloe's birthday, and now it's all ruined because of you."

My smile froze. So Mom came into the room not to care for me, but to punish me for Chloe.

I tried to get up from the bed but accidentally fell off.

I just stayed there, kneeling in front of Mom. I carefully reached out and tugged at Mom's clothes: "Mom, I… I didn't mean to."

Mom kicked me hard. My head hit the corner of the bed, and a lot of blood flowed.

But Mom showed no remorse, turning and rushing out of the room.

When Mom came back in, I saw a torn piece where I had tugged at her clothes.

Mom, I'm not dirty. I shower every day. Do you despise me that much?

Chloe is your child, and I'm also flesh and blood from you…

Why don't you feel any pity for me at all?

Mom, you always said I should die. If I die, will you finally be happy?

And Dad, will he stop fighting with you?

If that's the case, then I'm willing to die.