After I was brought back to the Sterling family, the fake heiress, Serena, constantly set traps for me. She had a sharp tongue and master-level manipulation skills. I couldn't out-argue her, and I was literally driven to an early grave by pure, unadulterated stress. After being reborn, I decided to play dumb. Literally. No matter what she said, I just responded with "Ah-bah-ah-bah." I never expected that, from then on, she would become the target of everyone's condemnation. Everyone thought she was malicious for bullying a mute. From then on, Serena was forced onto the moral low ground; whatever she did, she faced intense moral backlash. I honestly almost died laughing, ah-bah-ah-bah. 1 The fake heiress framed me, and I argued with her. She threw out lines like, "Everyone, please don't blame Sister, she didn't mean to push me," and "Sister already has Mom and Dad's love, I just wanted to be close to her." With just a few words, she successfully pinned a baseless accusation on me. Before I could even get a word in, my mother, whose bias was already off the charts, shoved me, crying that she didn't have such a malicious daughter. I was stunned by the shove, missed a step, and tumbled down the stairs. The back of my head hit the edge of a step, and I died on the spot. I was so pissed. I was already annoyed, and then I just instantly died. Right before I died, I tried to recall the last words my family said to me. It was my mom, holding the fake heiress, pointing at my nose and scolding: "Say something! Did you hurt Serena or not? Explain yourself! Are you mute?!" ...Wait, mute! If I could live this life again, I would definitely choose to be a mute. 2 When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the eve of being recognized by the Sterling family. I was about to start my senior year of high school. To save up for next year's college tuition, I was scrubbing dishes in the back kitchen of a diner. And Serena already knew of my existence. Just today, she purposely sent a few thugs to cause trouble at the diner and "greet" me along the way. So, inexplicably, I had water thrown all over me by a few blonde-haired punks who barged into the kitchen, and my head was shoved into a sink and held there for a good while. The me from my past life had nothing, just a belly full of fire. I finally broke free, grabbed two meat cleavers, and chased the thugs all the way into the front dining area. And bumped right into the Sterling parents, who had come to recognize me. So, their very first impression of me was a crazy woman with disheveled hair, messy clothes, running around with meat cleavers. At the time, I didn't know they were my biological parents. Seeing them blocking my way, I yelled gruffly: "Move!" That single shout scared Mrs. Sterling so much she fainted on the spot. After returning to the Sterling family, she favored the soft-spoken, gentle, and polite fake daughter to an extreme degree. From then on, whenever Serena and I had a conflict, she assumed I was just going crazy for no reason. And her precious Serena was suffering all the injustice. This time, since I've been reborn, I must turn the tables. 3 Hearing the growing commotion from the front dining area, I quickly locked the door to the back kitchen. Then, I grabbed a large bottle of dish soap and poured three thick layers of it back and forth on the tiled floor near the door, and sprinkled some water on top. After that, I hid behind the door. Just in time, the sound of the thugs looking for trouble was getting closer. Their target was me, and they wanted to come in and mess with me, but found the kitchen door wouldn't open. Furious, they kicked and cursed outside. The head chef, who had already shrunk under a table, gave me a thumbs up. However, before he could utter his words of praise, he saw me put my hand on the door lock and gently slide it open. The door opened. The three thugs outside had been kicking the door. One couldn't stop his momentum and the three of them slid right in, crashing heavily onto the floor. I took the opportunity to grab a large aluminum washing basin nearby, slammed it over their heads, and started banging on it wildly with a large ladle. After a few deafening bangs, I lifted the basin. The three punks were already rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth. I looked at the scene with deep satisfaction, turned around, and said to the head chef: "Ah, youth. So energetic, yet they fall asleep so fast." 4 The head chef's mouth twitched, clearly wanting to force a smile at me, but failed. The thugs who were acting as lookouts outside realized something was wrong. They rushed into the kitchen, saw the three on the floor, and immediately flared up. They grabbed their clubs and came at me to teach me a lesson. I guessed it was about time, so I suddenly picked up a basin of water nearby. The thugs thought I was going to throw it at them and all took a step back. I gritted my teeth and poured it all over myself. Then, I pulled at my hair and gave myself two hard slaps across the face. Red, swollen handprints instantly appeared on my pale cheeks. The thugs were bewildered by my actions. The next second, my face contorted, I dropped to the floor, and began a dark, rapid crawl. I rushed right up to the thug in the front, stuck out my finger, and aimed straight for his belly button. "Oh my god, help!" That thug completely broke down, threw his club, and ran out. The other thugs followed him, running away. I chased after them, tongue lolling out, on all fours. They were too busy running for their lives to notice that as soon as I reached the front dining area, I returned to normal. My hair was wet and plastered softly against my face. My small face was bruised, my eyes were red and teary, and I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering slightly. This was the image I presented when I bumped into the Sterling parents, who had come to recognize me. I jogged with my head down, soft whimpers escaping my throat. When the Sterlings stopped me, before they could even ask a single question, I rolled my eyes back and fainted directly. 5 When I woke up, I was in the hospital. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. Sterling sitting by my bed. She was holding my hand, her eyes still red, as if she had just been crying. She said, "Maya, you've suffered so much. From now on, you are our daughter, and you'll never have to go to a dangerous place like that again." I looked up, met her eager gaze, opened my mouth, and seemed to want to say something. But after a long while, all that came out were a few unintelligible "Ah"s. Mrs. Sterling's eyes instantly filled with panic, and she hurriedly called the doctor to examine me. Of course, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong, because I was faking it. In the end, he could only say that experiencing severe trauma might have caused a functional speech impairment. With a period of good rest, and avoiding further stimulation, I should recover. Hearing this, Mrs. Sterling was filled with heartache again. She hugged me and cried bitterly, filled with remorse: "If only I had found you sooner! It's all our fault!" Mr. Sterling, standing beside her, also quietly wiped his eyes, his heartache clearly genuine. In a place they couldn't see, I curled the corners of my lips. It turns out, sometimes, not speaking is truly more effective than speaking. You just need to play the role of a silent victim, and leave the rest to others' imaginations. I was looking forward to seeing Serena again in this life. I wondered if she could still easily stir up resentment against me with just a few words, leaving me defenseless. 6 On the day I returned to the Sterling family, Serena had prepared everything at home early on. She wore a princess dress, and any random accessory on her cost more than my entire expenses over the past seventeen years. As soon as she saw me, she enthusiastically came up to me, opening her arms to give me a hug. But I stepped back two paces to avoid it. Serena's hands paused mid-air, and her delicate little face instantly filled with sadness and hurt. But looking closely, there was deep surprise hidden in her eyes. Right, encountering an opponent like me who aggressively handed her experience points right off the bat, how could she not be happy? Especially when, after stepping back, I lowered my head and started playing with my phone. Serena's "hurt" intensified. She looked up at the Sterling parents with red eyes, her voice already choked with emotion as she spoke. "Does Maya not like me? She won't even talk to me. If she feels I've taken her place at home, I can leave you, Mom and Dad. It's okay with me." After she finished, she sniffled, turning her head away in a show of forced strength. But because of this, she didn't see Mr. Sterling's suddenly darkened face. Just then, the phone screen I handed to the Sterling parents showed a typed message: I haven't recovered from my fever yet, I'm afraid of passing it to Serena. Besides, her clothes are so expensive, and she's so pretty, I'm afraid I'll get her dirty... That's right, since my reunion with the Sterling parents until now, too much had happened. They were in such a hurry to bring me back for the official recognition that they hadn't even had time to get me clean clothes. I was wearing a hospital gown underneath, and on top was still that dirty jacket covered in grease stains from my time washing dishes in the back kitchen. And right now, me, who had become mute because the Sterling parents arrived too late, was standing next to the glamorous Serena. Serena could feel hurt because she suspected I didn't accept her, while I didn't even dare to get close because I was afraid of getting someone else's expensive clothes dirty. Mrs. Sterling couldn't hold it in any longer, burying her face in her hands and sobbing out loud. 7 The Sterling parents' guilt was triggered once again. My goal was achieved, and I turned around to grab Serena. Although Serena found Mrs. Sterling's reaction today strange—why was she crying there instead of getting angry at me?—she didn't have time to think much. I had already reached out to grab her. In my anxiousness, accidentally leaving a red mark on her wrist with my grip was totally reasonable, right? Serena let out a gasp and finally started crying: "Maya, I know you hate me, I know you hate me for taking your place. I'll leave right now, don't blame Mom and Dad..." She performed her own monologue, catching a glimpse of Mr. Sterling's increasingly dark face in her peripheral vision. The excitement in her eyes was almost impossible to hide. "Enough!" Mr. Sterling finally couldn't help but yell, walking briskly toward us. Based on my understanding of Serena, at this moment, she must be excitedly counting down the seconds, waiting for Mr. Sterling to scold me. However, the next second, Mr. Sterling reached out and pulled Serena away. He yelled at her with displeasure: "She can't speak, she's so anxious, and you're just standing there misunderstanding her on purpose!" Serena was stunned. And I cooperatively made up some sign language gestures, hiding behind Mr. Sterling and going "ah-bah-ah-bah" at Serena. In a place only she could see, I flashed her a smug smile. What are you going to do now, Serena? The parents who raised you for seventeen years seem to no longer unconditionally take your side. 8 In this life, Serena's first encounter with me ended in her utter defeat. That evening, when I was returning to my room, Serena suddenly twisted my arm. She whispered in my ear: "Maya, you're just a country bumpkin from the slums, and a mute. What gives you the right to stay in the Sterling family? If I were you, I would have slunk away a long time ago." I rolled my eyes at her, mimicking her tone: "Ah-bah-bah-ah-bah-ah-bah (If I were you, I would have slunk away a long time ago)." And so, Serena experienced the very first instance of being sarcastically mocked by a mute. She clenched and unclenched her fists by her side, but ultimately, considering the loss she suffered at my hands during the day, she did nothing. The next day, my brother, Lucas Sterling, who had been studying abroad, suddenly returned. He was the only person in the Sterling family who was close to me in my past life. Thinking of him, I couldn't help but feel a little excited. The moment Lucas walked through the door, a black bear lunged at him. "Holy crap, what is that?!" Lucas was so scared he dropped his suitcase and started sprinting around the living room. I crawled on my hands and knees, chasing him fiercely. I didn't stop until I pinned Lucas to the floor. He locked eyes with me and blurted out: "Holy shit! Maya Sterling!" In that instant, I was certain. Lucas had also been reborn. Lucas asked why I was mute. I dropped my smile, lowered my head, and thought about how to explain it to him. His fists immediately clenched tight, and he said, "Did that scheming bitch Serena do this? Just wait, I'm going to teach her a lesson!" Lucas had disliked Serena for a long time. Ever since they were kids, because Lucas was older, he was always told to accommodate his sister. When Serena wanted to play princess, Lucas had to be her prince. But Lucas only wanted to be a superhero. If he refused, Serena would cry, and Lucas would get beaten. The more Serena cried, the more stubborn Lucas got while being beaten. Eventually, Lucas hated even hearing Serena's name. From that time on, he suspected Serena wasn't a biological Sterling child. As he put it: "The Sterling family's genes can't produce someone with so many scheming tricks." When I was framed by Serena in my past life, only Lucas stood up for me. However, the Sterling parents knew that Lucas had disliked Serena since childhood, so they didn't care about his accusations and felt even more sorry for Serena's position in the family. In my past life, both Lucas and I had a problem with expressing ourselves well, and together, we couldn't out-manipulate a Serena. Luckily, the situation is different now. Neither I nor Lucas is the same person we used to be. Lucas told me that he had been putting himself through "argument training," and now he's Lucas version 2.0. 9 At dinner that night, Serena routinely tried to squeeze in next to Mrs. Sterling, bumping me out of the way, and shooting me a smug look. Before she could even say anything, Lucas slammed his chopsticks down: "Grabbing seats, grabbing positions, grabbing parents. Do you have any manners at all?" "Lucas, how can you talk to Serena like that? We're having a nice family dinner, why are you losing your temper at your sister?" Mrs. Sterling was a little unhappy hearing this. Lucas pouted, pulled me from across the table, and pressed me against his chest: "My poor sister, you've already been harmed so much you can't even speak, and now someone's stealing your seat at dinner. I saw it all, you wanted to sit next to Mom so badly your eyes got red." Serena also felt wronged: "But Brother, I've always sat next to Mom." "Brother, brother, who's your brother? I'm not playing 'brother' to some ill-mannered girl with no blood relation," Lucas said, pinching my arm hard. I immediately buried my face in his chest and started wailing "Ah-woo-woo-woo-woo." Mrs. Sterling hadn't reacted at first, but seeing this, she quickly patted the empty seat on her other side and gently called me over to sit. I was just about to get up when Lucas yanked me back: "We're not taking this disrespect, little sis. Listen to me, we're not taking it. You're already a lost little puppy in the rain, you're option E, you're the fifth row, the sixth person, you're the spare button on a suit. We're not going to be someone's Plan B." These words made Mrs. Sterling feel even more guilty, and Serena felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Seeing the situation turning in our favor, Lucas wanted to press his advantage. Mr. Sterling slammed his hand on the table at the right moment: "Enough! Let's just eat!" Although we were eating, Lucas and I were determined to make things uncomfortable for everyone. It was a very tense meal. Whenever Serena tried to suck up to Mr. or Mrs. Sterling by putting food on their plates, Lucas would shove food into my bowl. At the same time, he would sigh heavily: "My poor sister, you suffered so much for someone else before. Now that you're finally home, eat something good." Halfway through the meal, Serena's face was green. Finally, she put down her bowl and chopsticks, looked timidly at Lucas, and asked: "Brother, are you targeting me because of Maya?" After saying that, she lowered her head, her emotions perfectly primed. The sound of sobbing had already begun. But it wasn't her crying; it was me. Under everyone's surprised gazes, I wiped my tears while typing: Every extra bite of food I ate in the past, my foster father would beat me. It turns out, having real family feels so good. "Oh, my god! My sister, a true heiress of the Sterling family, didn't even get to eat good food in the past. You even got beaten up. Look, the daughter of the person who beat you is being raised plump and fair in our house, while you don't even have an ounce of fat on you!" Lucas hugged me and started wailing again. Serena's cries caught in her throat, unable to come out. But Mrs. Sterling's tears started falling again. Seeing that the meal was about to be ruined, Mr. Sterling finally stepped in to smooth things over. The palms and the backs of his hands were both flesh, so he directed his ire at Lucas: "You're talking too much today. How were you taught before? No talking while eating or sleeping." "So what if I talk more?!" The reborn Lucas was no longer meek. He stiffened his neck and spoke up to Mr. Sterling, "Maya can't speak anymore, are we supposed to let her continue suffering in silence? Is it a problem if I express her thoughts for her?" Mr. Sterling was stunned by his words, and only then did he belatedly observe my face. He didn't seem quite used to the fact that I was mute, always assuming my silence meant default obedience. "Maya, these past few days at home, have your mother and I made you feel wronged?" For the first time, he asked such a question. In my past life, Lucas and I, with our two mouths, couldn't compete with Serena crying and playing the victim. In this life, with me playing mute, they are actually willing to respect my opinions. I found the scene so absurd I couldn't help but want to grin, but Lucas whacked me on the head with his chopsticks. I quickly went back to keeping my head down and crying "Woo-woo-woo." After a long while, Mr. Sterling sighed. I knew he was wavering. 10 Mr. Sterling was different from Mrs. Sterling. In his heart, blood ties were always more important. In my past life, his attitude towards me was ultimately better than towards Serena. It's just that Serena was, after all, raised and spoiled by him. He couldn't make decisions easily on some matters, but now Serena's existence made me—someone who was already owed a debt—feel wronged. In his heart, Mr. Sterling would reconsider whether Serena should stay or go. Serena naturally knew this too, and she couldn't sit still anymore. Early the next morning, she knocked on my door carrying a pile of designer clothes and bags. She said to me: "Sister, I'm returning everything that took your place. Please don't take away the love Mom and Dad have for me, okay?" Seeing I didn't react, Serena got a bit anxious. She took a step closer, lowered her voice, and whispered in my ear: "Maya Sterling, don't think that just because Lucas is helping you, you're safe. I can still make it impossible for you to stay in this house." After saying that, she looked me up and down with a sidelong glance: "Looking so slutty, I wonder if you were ever slept with by that foster father of yours... Ah!" That scream was because she realized my hand was violently digging into her belly button. I'm a mute now; I can't argue with her verbally. I can only use psychotic behavior to stop her psychotic words. Serena couldn't handle this kind of crazy. She raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her hand and danced a little circle dance with her. The next second, I grinned and gave her a "hehe" smile. Talk trash, and you're going to suffer. I messed up my hair, rolled my eyes back, stepped back, jumped up, did a dark crawl on the floor, screamed, shrieked like a monkey, drank some crazy monkey juice, and pounced on her on all fours, violently pulling her hair. I used to fight with my foster father all the time, so I'm pretty muscular. With just a light tug at Serena's bangs, I ripped out a chunk of hair, exposing a thumb-sized patch of scalp. Tears of pain instantly sprang from Serena's eyes. She stared at me, still acting like a monkey, with sheer terror. She didn't even care about framing me; she turned and ran out of the room. When she reached the top of the stairs, I made a flying leap onto her back. Hearing the commotion, Serena turned around and instinctively pushed me. I tumbled down the stairs. And was caught perfectly by Lucas, who was pulling our parents along. I took the opportunity to bury my face in his chest, whimpering a couple of times, and when I looked up, I was once again the picture of weakness, helplessness, and pitifulness. "Serena!" Lucas roared at her, shielding me in his arms. "You are too vicious! Maya has already let you have everything, why won't you let her go!" Serena stood frozen in place. These were the lines she had originally prepared for herself, but now it was Lucas questioning her. "No... it's not like that..." Serena stared blankly, trying to defend herself. When her eyes met mine, she became agitated. "It's her, as soon as I went in, she went crazy on me. Maya is a psycho! She..." "Serena, apologize to your sister!" This time, it wasn't just Lucas who was angry. Mr. Sterling's furious roar brought Serena's almost collapsed sanity back to reality. She really is something, calling someone else's biological daughter a psycho in their own house. She's so bold, doesn't she value her life? Serena trembled violently, and after meeting the disappointed gazes of the Sterling parents, her face turned ashen. That day, Serena didn't leave the house. She knelt at the top of the stairs all day. In my past life, the person kneeling there was me, who hadn't been able to hold back from slapping her after being provoked. Late that night, after finishing my homework, I went to the kitchen to heat some milk. Passing by the Sterling parents' bedroom, I heard them discussing inside. "Serena is not our biological child after all. We provided for her all these years, yet she harbors such hostility towards Maya. It's really not fair to Maya if this continues." That was Mr. Sterling's voice. "Let's wait a bit longer. She just can't accept it right now. It's not her fault she was switched at birth. We watched this child grow up, and my heart aches at the thought of sending her away." Mrs. Sterling's voice was a bit choked. I turned around, took my milk, and went straight back to my room. When passing Serena, who was already dozing off by the stairs, I couldn't resist giving her a swift kick to wake her up. When Serena opened her sleepy eyes and started looking for who kicked her, I was already lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling exasperated, and began to roll my eyes. I rolled one, then another, then another... I rolled them all night long! 11 The next morning, my eyelids were twitching when I looked at anyone. Lucas saw this, his heart ached endlessly, and he grabbed me to start crying: "Oh god, my poor sister, you must have felt so wronged yesterday to cry all night long! Look, your eyelids are twitching from crying. Oh my lord! Who will help this helpless 'all right'! It's okay, Mom and Dad won't avenge you, but your brother's chest is always here for you." The Sterling parents' scalps went numb from his crying, and they quickly finished their breakfast and fled out the door. As soon as they left, Lucas let go. He scarfed down his breakfast in a few bites, scratched the back of my hand, gave me a look, and I understood, sneaking back into the room with him. Lucas asked me what my plans were for the future. I thought about it seriously and told him: "For my 80th birthday, I'm planning to go big, hire fifty male models to do a striptease." "Who asked you about that far in the future... wait a minute, Maya Sterling, you can speak!" Lucas suddenly got excited. I just remembered I played mute during the day and forgot to tell Lucas. I didn't expect Lucas to give me a thumbs up the next moment: "Good job, you're smart now. You've grown a brain, even acting in front of your own brother." After saying that, he placed both hands on my shoulders and said solemnly: "Listen, we have to get Serena out of here, otherwise you'll be dead." After that, he sighed deeply, "It's not easy to get this chance, Maya, don't get harmed by others again in this life..." In that moment, I saw tears faintly glisten in his eyes. When I took my last breath in my past life, Lucas was still studying abroad. He didn't make it back in time to see me one last time. I don't know what happened to him after that. I only know that regardless of the past life or this one, he is the only person in the Sterling family who accepts me without any conditions. I am willing to trust him unconditionally. Even if I go crazy, I'll take him with me. 12 Lucas said he came back specifically for me this time. For this, he took a half-year leave of absence from his school abroad, determined to guard me at home. When Mr. Sterling found out, he almost beat him to death with the family disciplinary cane. I told Lucas to go back. I am capable of protecting myself now, and his future shouldn't be delayed because of me. But Lucas said my ability to protect myself is one thing, and his duty as an older brother to protect his younger sister is another. He asked me: "Maya, do you believe in karma?" I was stunned by this question, and before I could answer, he had already changed the subject. "You definitely don't know this," Lucas said, rubbing my head vigorously, "The first time I saw you, I knew you were my real sister. I decided to protect you right then and there. The blood connection is just that magical." At that moment, I had the urge to cry. I thought fate still favored me; despite the hardships, God gave me such a wonderful brother. With Lucas at home, it was really hard for Serena to act like a monster. She couldn't out-cry Lucas, and she couldn't play the victim better than me. If she wanted to frame me, Lucas installed twelve cameras outside my door, making it absolutely foolproof. So she could only wait, just like in my past life, for the opportunity that would push me completely into hell. 13 The day before my senior year of high school started, the Sterling parents held a recognition banquet for me. Almost all the wealthy families in South City were invited to the banquet. This meant that Serena's wealthy second-generation friends would also be there. They grew up together and later attended the same high school. The Sterling parents' original intention was to let me use this opportunity to familiarize myself with my new classmates. Once I officially transferred to South City No. 1 High School, I could be looked after by them. But these second-generation rich kids, under the guise of building a relationship with me, took me aside and mocked me. Later, I was pushed into the swimming pool by them. My white dress was soaked. When I went upstairs to change clothes, I was dragged into a room and recorded by the second-generation kids ambushing there under Serena's leadership. Afterward, I reported it to the police, but it was suppressed by the power of these second-generation kids' parents. The Sterling family's business was affected by this, and the Sterling parents became increasingly displeased with me. This life's recognition banquet went on as scheduled. When Serena brought her group of spoiled friends in, I still couldn't help but hold my breath. Lucas walked over at that moment, put his arm around my shoulder, brought me in front of them, and introduced me. "Lucas, what brings you back?" The leading boy with blond hair greeted casually upon seeing Lucas. His name was Tyler, the sports committee member of Serena's class. Tyler styled himself as an envoy of justice. Whenever Serena went to complain about me to him, he couldn't wait to stand up for her. In my past life, he was the one who blackmailed me with the video. After I transferred to South City No. 1 High School, he bullied me time and time again. Verbal isolation, malicious pranks, punches, and kicks. The more fiercely I resisted, the worse they bullied me. It continued until the end, when I secretly brought a knife to school and held it against Tyler's neck, intending to die with him. They finally stopped. But by that time, my academic record had already been almost completely ruined. Serena ultimately got into a top domestic university and became the pride of the Sterling family. While I could only repeat the year, despised by my parents and teachers. The most ridiculous part was that Tyler later achieved success in his career and actually wrote me an apology letter. He said he was young and ignorant, impulsive, and did things to hurt me, hoping for my forgiveness. I read that letter over and over again. I didn't see the sincere repentance of an abuser towards a victim. I only felt the urgency of a successful person wanting to erase the only stain on his life. 14 Lucas brought us to the outdoor pool and left. As soon as he was gone, these second-generation kids completely let loose. Tyler stared at me intensely and whistled: "I heard you used to wash dishes for people in the Xin'an district. If us bros forget our wallets when we go out in the future, can we just leave you to wash dishes to pay off the debt?" As his words fell, the group of second-generation kids immediately burst into laughter. They wanted to say more, but under their gaze, I slowly walked up to Tyler. I took off my chunky heels in front of them, the excitement making me unable to hold back from rolling my eyes, my nostrils flaring. I counted down in my head: Three, two, one... Uh-ah... Let the crazy begin! The noise from the main venue isolated the screams from the pool area. By the time Lucas arrived, pulling Serena along, I was straddling Tyler, raising my shoe heel, and fiercely knocking on his head. The other rich second-generation kids were scattered, soaking in the pool. When they saw Lucas, it was like seeing a savior, immediately starting to cry for their parents, their eyes filled with tears of fright. "Serena!" Tyler roared, lying on the floor, "You didn't say your sister was a monster!" Lucas made too much noise. Before the adults arrived, I threw away the shoe in my hand, whimpered a couple of times, and hid behind Lucas, sobbing. When the rich second-generation kids climbing out of the pool saw my pitiful, weak, and helpless appearance, they couldn't help but twitch their mouths violently. "Lucas, what are you doing? Let go of your sister quickly!" Mrs. Sterling rushed over from the side, anxiously slapping Lucas's hand holding Serena. "Let her go?" Lucas surveyed the crowd, speaking coldly, "You want me to let go of this imposter who stole the nest, so she can continue harming my sister?" Upon hearing this, Serena's face suddenly went pale. Whispering voices erupted in the surrounding crowd. The Sterling family had always claimed to the outside world that Serena and I were twins, but I was accidentally lost when I was young. Serena probably never expected that her fake heiress identity would be exposed in such a way. "What are you talking about?" Mrs. Sterling was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but still worried about Serena, asking Lucas to let go first. Amidst their pulling and tugging, Mr. Sterling walked straight towards Lucas from the crowd, raised his palm without a word. Seeing that this slap was about to fall on Lucas's face. The next moment, I stood out from behind Lucas, opening my arms to block in front of him. "Maya, move aside." Mr. Sterling ordered me in a low voice. "Listen to his explanation." I mouthed to Mr. Sterling, confronting him silently. In the end, it was still Mr. Sterling who compromised. He took a step back, let someone guide the onlookers back to the main venue, before asking somewhat tiredly: "Tell me, what happened."
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