The Babysitter's Daughter is Delusional

"Megan, that bitch, what the hell did she do? Dad's ignoring me now!

"I swear, I'll kill that bitch! You gotta help me, once she's out of the picture, dad will have to acknowledge me!"

Uma, apprehensive, was petrified at the mention of murder.

"Cameron, stop living in a dream world. I've told you we have no connection to the Fox family. You're just my daughter.

"I went through so much trouble to get you into the Fox family, hoping you'd study hard and eventually join the Fox Group. They're a shrewd bunch. Mr. Fox is already fed up with you. If you can't learn to be discreet, they'll have no place for you."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Uma was more grounded than her delusional daughter.

But Cameron was defiant.

"Mom, you must be out of your mind. I am Mr. Fox's daughter. There must be something you're hiding.

"Megan is your daughter, right? I bet you swapped me with her when I was born. You and Megan teamed up to steal everything from me!"

Cameron's wild accusations almost made me burst out laughing.

I thought, "She must have watched too many soap operas! How dare she suggest a switched-at-birth scenario?"

Uma quickly interrupted, "Stop these thoughts!"

Cameron snapped, "I am not your daughter! I'm intelligent and accomplished. How could I possibly be a maid's daughter?

"You've been here alone and left me in the countryside for twelve years, just to control me, haven't you?"

Cameron's irredeemable delusions left me in awe.

The next day at school, I provoked her directly.

"You claim to be dad's real daughter, right? Show me a paternity test at least."

Cameron's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're feeling guilty, huh? You want me to get a paternity test? With all the similarities between me and Dad, even a fool would know I'm his real daughter!

"Since you're so persistent, I'll do it. Let's settle this once and for all."

I agreed with a smile and promptly headed to the hospital with our hair samples.

While waiting for the paternity test results, Cameron remained confident.

But when I presented the reports to her, she was dumbfounded.

"No way, why are you Dad's real daughter and not me?

"Cheating! You must have paid off the doctor to alter the results. These reports are mixed up!" Cameron accused.

I smirked. "Feel free to retest, but no matter how many times you do it, the result won't change."

Cameron argued cunningly, "Maybe Dad had two kids back then. You're just my younger sister, and I'm your real sister!"

I thought of something else.

So I said, "Cameron, Dad and I look so alike. Everyone has always acknowledged that.

"And you, being so ugly, how could you claim to be born by my parents, let alone be my sister?"

Cameron was fuming with anger.

"I'm tanned because I've been working in the fields since I was young. If I had your family's resources, I'd be fairer than you!"

Feigning surprise, I said, "Oh really? I should lend you some skin whitening products. Can't wait for you to turn fair and for dad to finally recognize you."

Satisfied, I nodded and ignored her clownish ranting.

Upon returning home, I found that Jackson unexpectedly arrived early.

There were numerous gifts for me on the table—elegant dresses, beautiful bracelets.

Most importantly, there was a guest in the house.