Chapter 4

Both Mom and I froze.

In my past life, my sister had agreed without hesitation.

Why was she refusing so quickly this time?

Mom pressed her: "Why not? Marriage is a fresh start. Haven't you always complained that I didn't give you good opportunities? This time I've found you a great match."

My sister shrugged. "I have a boyfriend."

"Just break up with him." Mom frowned. "You didn't disobey me and sleep with him, did you?"

My sister's face went pale. "Of course not, Mom. I just don't want to get married yet. Let Grace go on the date instead."

Hearing this, Mom shot me a disgusted look. "Do you think she's worthy?"

Mom's hurtful words pierced my ears.

Without a husband, Mom feared gossip, so she was strict with both of us.

Though strict with both, Mom treated me like a criminal and my sister like her precious child.

If I didn't do homework, she'd tear up all my textbooks and throw them away.

I'd be mocked by teachers and classmates the next day at school.

If my sister didn't do homework, she'd just scold her lightly.

If I broke a dish, she'd punish me severely.

If my sister broke a dish, she'd just get a light scolding.

I always suspected I wasn't Mom's biological daughter. After turning eighteen, I even got a test done.

But the results showed I was indeed Mom's daughter.

In my past life, after my sister pushed me into the scalding water, I still had a breath left.

When Mom arrived, she didn't even glance at me. Instead, she worried about whether my sister's hands got burned.

With my last bit of strength, I asked her why she favored one over the other.

She looked at me with disgust. "I'm not playing favorites. You just have a petty mind. Your sister has never said I play favorites."

Actually, I knew the real reason---my sister was prettier than me.

Mom often said that in this era, beauty is also a resource.

She firmly believed my sister could marry into a wealthy family, so she bet everything on my sister's marriage.

Despite Mom's reluctance, she ultimately didn't force my sister to go on the date.

Not wanting this opportunity to go to waste, she arranged for me to meet Harrison instead.

She even rolled her eyes at me.

On the way, she warned me: "Don't tell Mr. Harrison you've dated before. You're already losing points for your looks."

Sometimes I wondered if Mom was blind.

My sister stayed out all night and Mom thought she was being good. I came home on time every day, yet she still thought I was promiscuous.

She was truly biased.