Chapter 3

What happened in the following years made me incredibly grateful for my decision as a child.

Because I kept silent about Mrs. Davis swapping the babies, she was able to remain our nanny.

To verify the truth of the the live commentary , and also to ensure my real sister wouldn't truly disappear.

I even suggested to Mom and Dad that, to make it easier for Mrs. Davis to balance family and work, she should bring "her daughter," Bella, to live with us.

And it was precisely because of this that I confirmed those the live commentary hadn't lied to me.

Bella, that girl, was truly a born devil!

During infancy, Mrs. Davis’s biological daughter, now my sister Chloe, was an angelic baby.

She rarely needed to be woken up at night, didn’t cry much, and just smiled at us when she was full.

Bella, however, couldn't be put down; she insisted on being held to sleep.

Otherwise, she'd scream her lungs out, which eventually caused Mrs. Davis to develop chronic back pain.

As they grew, the contrast between the two girls became even more apparent.

Chloe started feeding herself at a very young age. Though she ate slowly and sometimes spilled a bit.

She wasn’t picky and sat there obediently.

Bella, on the other hand, was three years old and still demanded Mrs. Davis feed her.

And when Mrs. Davis was a second too slow, Bella grabbed her kiddie fork and brutally stabbed Mrs. Davis right in the eye. Blood gushed.

Leaving her with permanent vision damage in her right eye, nearly half-blind.

In that moment, I clamped my hand over my mouth, desperate not to scream.

Thank goodness… I hadn't swapped the babies back then, or I would have been the one blinded.

Mrs. Davis was getting her just deserts, in a way.

As Bella grew, her lack of empathy and cruelty became increasingly obvious, and her destructiveness grew stronger.

At ten, Bella smashed the thermometer at home and poured the mercury into Mrs. Davis’s thermos.

If Mrs. Davis hadn't had her stomach pumped in time, she probably would have died that day.

We all witnessed Bella’s actions towards Mrs. Davis.

And throughout those eighteen years, her frequent acts of bullying classmates were atrocious.

Every time Mom and Dad saw her like this, and then looked at Chloe, who was always trailing behind me like a little shadow, excelling in both academics and character.

They couldn't help but sigh.

"Mrs. Davis’s daughter…"

"What a difficult life she's had…"

But I couldn't help but inwardly sneer.

Serves her right!

If she hadn't come up with such a sinister scheme to swap the babies, *I* would have been the one suffering, *our family* would have been suffering!

So, just before Chloe’s eighteenth birthday celebration.

As my parents and I were discussing how to throw a grand coming-of-age party for her.

Bella suddenly burst into our house, shouting that she was the real long-lost daughter and Chloe was a fake.

My parents' first reaction was that she was lying.