After Mother Forced Me To Give Up My Boyfriend To My Sister

Chelsea Glover was always the dutiful, high-achieving daughter, while her lazy sister Jane avoided any effort. Despite Chelsea's accomplishments, her parents consistently demanded she sacrifice everything for her sibling. The ultimate betrayal strikes when Chelsea brings her first boyfriend home. Instead of welcoming him, her mother orchestrates a scheme for Jane to seduce him. When confronted, her mother shamelessly demands Chelsea surrender her relationship, claiming her sister needs this shortcut to a good life.

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Chapter 4

She walked out of her bedroom again.

She had changed into an off-shoulder blouse, paired with a black mini skirt.

I glanced at her and decided not to bother with her.

Cyril pulled my hand and said, "I will cook my specialty for you later."

"No way. You're our guest," I said hurriedly. "Later, I..."

"He wants to cook. Why are you stopping him?" Dad, with a big belly, came in from the door and glanced at us. "You're back so early."

I stood up and felt a bit embarrassed hearing his words.

Cyril stood up as well and politely greeted, "Hi. My name is Cyril Parsons, and I am Chelsea's boyfriend."

Dad walked in and casually replied, "I know. Chelsea has already told us."

Mom came in with the vegetables and said, "Cyril, there wasn't much food left at the market today, so we didn't buy anything fancy. Just make do with it, OK?"

As I saw the few vegetable leaves and a piece of pork in the basket, my smile froze.

A few days ago, I had already told them that I would bring Cyril home and even transferred 150 dollars to my mom, asking her to buy some good vegetables.

And now, she was telling us there wasn't much food left at the market? How was that possible?

Dad casually took off his shoes and lay slanted on the sofa, Mom had a fake smile on her face, and Jane's eyes were mocking.

My gut told me that they were behaving like this on purpose.

I clenched my fists and was about to speak, but Cyril smiled, "It's fine. As long as the whole family gathers."

Cyril's expression didn't change. He was as gentle as always.

He took the basket from my mother's hand and went straight to the kitchen.

I quickly caught up with him and whispered, "I'm sorry. I didn't know they..."

"It's fine." Cyril lowered his gaze and washed the vegetables. "No need to be mad."

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