The Babysitter's Daughter is Delusional

I was thrilled to see Vincent Stewart, my neighbor and older brother figure who had returned from studying abroad.

We had always had a close relationship since childhood.

Our families had been close for years, and Vincent used to joke that I'd be his wife when I grew up.

Now, he had grown into a tall, handsome man, already back from his studies with a successful business venture. He was like a real catch.

"Vincent, I've missed you so much!"

I rushed over, and Vincent warmly embraced me with a smile.

"I've missed you too, my Megan has grown so tall."

Jackson chuckled. "You see Vincent and forget about your old man."

I asked, "Are all these gifts from Vincent?"

Jackson nodded. "Yep, your coming-of-age party is coming up, and Vincent wants to throw you a bash. He's getting the best pastry chef in town to make your cake."

Cameron, who had been lurking in the background, muttered, "I'm an adult too, but I haven't had a coming-of-age party."

But the three of us were too engrossed in our conversation to pay her any mind.

I was basking in happiness, oblivious to Cameron's twisted face.

She was like a forgotten stray dog in the corner, growling and glaring, unwanted by anyone.

That evening, we invited Vincent for dinner.

After the meal, Vincent and I took a stroll in the yard. I needed to use the restroom, so I excused myself for a moment.

Upon my return, I found Cameron standing next to Vincent, who looked visibly annoyed while Cameron was rambling on.

I moved a little closer and hid behind a tree, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Cameron urgently said, "Vincent, I'm actually the real daughter of Mr. Fox. You should have grown up with me. Megan touched those gifts, and I found them dirty. Get me something else.

"Now that you know the truth, bring me home to meet your parents. Let's clear up this misunderstanding!"

Vincent rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Are you out of your mind? Does Mr. Fox hire a maid without investigation?

"And you look so swarthy, it's so dark out here, with that grimace on your face, I thought you were a headless ghost."

Those words shattered Cameron's facade.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In the next moment, Vincent noticed me and quickly took my hand, walking away while saying, "Megan, how did your family find such a weird servant? You should fire her. What a bad luck."

Cameron yelled, "Vincent, are you blind? You've been deceived by that wench. I'm the real heiress!"

As I left with Vincent, I turned to see Cameron's expression, but all I saw was darkness.

Later that night, as I was about to sleep, Uma knocked on Jackson's bedroom door in tears.

"Mr. Fox, please save my daughter. She's about to jump off the building."

I immediately stepped out of my room.

We followed Uma to the rooftop, where we saw Cameron on the edge, her leg dangling over the side, on the brink of falling.

As we approached, she cried like a broken soul.

"I don't want to live!"

Jackson was not pleased. "What's going on here?"

Uma pleaded desperately, "Mr. Fox, please, I'm begging you. Just stabilize Cameron's emotions first."

Cameron pointed at me, crying loudly.

"Why does she get a coming-of-age party? Why does she get to eat the best cake in town? I have nothing? I'm your daughter, not her!"