Face-Slapping the Whimpering False Heiress

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Just as I expected, before Dad could even say a few words to me, she came downstairs.

"Don't you love Chloe anymore, Daddy? Why are you only hugging her now that she's home?"

She cried as she spoke, shuffling over to Dad in tiny steps and pitifully tugging on the corner of his suit jacket.

'Her expression, her movements, her tone—it was all in the details.'

It was as if, before she even opened her mouth, everyone could sense that this was a poor girl on the verge of being abandoned by her father.

In response, all I could say was: SLAP!

That's right. I slapped her hand away.

"Gia, what do you think you're doing?"

Dad didn't seem to expect that I would do something like that.

The False Heiress seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. "Sister, if you didn't want to share Dad with me, you could have just said so. Why did you have to hit Chloe?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "But it's okay. I've already forgiven you for what you just did, Sister."

I laughed. After giving her a perfect smile, I turned to Dad.

"Oh, did that hurt, Chloe? I'm sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength."

I looked at Dad, then reached out and took the corner of his jacket that The False Heiress had been tugging into my own hand.

"I just thought Dad's jacket looks very expensive. Tugging it like that will cause wrinkles."

The False Heiress didn't believe me. "You're lying! You obviously just wanted to hit me!"

I watched as she fixed her big eyes on Dad, as if telling him that I wasn't an honest child.

'Do I care?'

'I don't care!'

"Dad, I've just never seen clothes like this before, so I subconsciously... I'm sorry, I..."

"Chloe, I may not like you, but I never lie."

The False Heiress was struck speechless, and I successfully concluded the battle by receiving a supplementary credit card from Dad.