For My Sister, My Parents Sacrifice My Life

Mom said as she dragged me out into the living room.

Dad solemnly opened the package and took out the cake towards me.

"It's your favorite chocolate cake. Today we celebrate your SAT results. Come and eat. It has ice cream filling inside. It won't taste good if it melts."

I looked at my sister who was gloating on the side and said expressionlessly, "Zella likes chocolate, but I like strawberry."

As soon as I finished speaking, my sister burst into laughter. It was a little awkward when Dad gave her a spoiled glare.

Mom intervened, "Chloe, haven't you eaten yet? Mom also packed crayfish for you."

I picked up my phone and showed them the time, "No need. I already cooked instant noodles for myself."

My sister added fuel to the fire, "How can she appreciate the leftovers you brought back when she did so well in the exam? Why do you have to flatter her? I haven't eaten enough at the restaurant just now."

Saying that, she walked to the dining table with the crayfish and started eating by herself.

Mom opened her mouth as if she was going to say something else to me, but I ignored her and went straight back to my room.

Behind me, Zella was eating crayfish and shouting to our parents, "Mom and Dad, please hang my clothes in the wardrobe, otherwise they will get wrinkled later."

I turned around and saw my mother standing next to Zella, saying something. Judging from her lip movements, she probably told Zella not to provoke me.

Soon the offer letter came and my parents offered to buy me a plane ticket.

"No need, I have already bought the train ticket."

I said lightly, but my parents suddenly became anxious.

"Where did you get the money? Did you do something bad?"

I gave them a cold look and said, "That's my pocket money that I saved for a long time. Should you call spending my own money to buy my own ticket doing something bad?"

Mom and Dad were dumbfounded and stammered, wanting to say something else but I interrupted them.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, but I will handle my own affairs. I won't bother you."

Dad seemed persistent, "Flying on a plane is comfortable. You've never been on a plane before, so why not..."

I shook my head firmly. My dad still wanted to continue, but was stopped by my mom.

My mom smiled awkwardly, "Since Chloe has already bought it, let's forget about it."

With that, she looked at me again, "Chloe, do you have any gifts you want? Your dad and I will buy them for you."

Looking at their eyes, even though I had already prepared for it, I still couldn't help but feel sad.

I could only enjoy the kindness of my parents when they were planning to harm me. If I had a choice, I would rather not be their daughter.

My sister couldn't bear to watch anymore and slapped the table, saying, "What's so great about getting into a university? Why are you so proud? When the time comes, I'll go..."

Before she could finish her sentence, my mom covered her mouth.

Looking at my parents' panicked expressions, I smiled helplessly.

In my previous life, ever since the SAT results came out, my parents and sister treated me completely differently, caring about me in every way.

At that time, I naively thought that it was really because I had gotten good grades that they thought I was outstanding and treated me well.

Who would have thought that the goodness from my parents would turn out to be a deadly poison?

While she was happily chatting with my classmates at school using my name, I was sitting in the car, impatiently looking at the navigation on my phone over and over again.

Until the moment of the unexpected car accident, I thought it was because of my carelessness that I missed the registration time.

That was why I had that obsession the moment I saw my sister replace me at school.

In this life, because of my cold attitude, my sister was exposed much earlier.

She had always had a grudge against me since we were young, not to mention how arrogant she became when my SAT scores were about to become hers.

A few days after I received the offer, my parents also enrolled my sister in this year's SAT class.

But she had no intention of studying for the exam at all, and instead wanted to go on a graduation trip.

When relatives came to praise my grades, she remained silent and her eyes filled with calculation and satisfaction.

Soon the time came the day before enrollment.