The Babysitter's Daughter is Delusional

Cameron continued to scream hysterically, "I work so hard, and my grades are top-notch; why don't I deserve to be your daughter? Why do you hate me so much?

"I don't eat seafood or spicy food, I'm allergic to cat hair just like you. I'm your daughter by all means!"

Uma, seemingly afraid of Jackson's anger, quickly interjected, "Cameron, stop talking nonsense! Mr. Fox, I'm sorry, Cameron is under immense study pressure. She's got some mental issues, and she's tried to commit suicide several times.

"On account of us being a single-parent family, please forgive her. Promise to let her crash Ms. Fox's coming-of-age party!"

Jackson and I exchanged a glance.

If Cameron really jumped, it would be trouble for our family.

After all, it was the rooftop of our mansion.

Jackson sighed and asked for my opinion.

I calmly smiled, "Dad, just let her join the party as well. It's just a simple gathering; I'm inviting people anyway; one more won't hurt.

"Our family has sponsored many underprivileged students before. Consider her as your goddaughter, let's fulfill her dream."

After I spoke, Cameron started screaming again.

"I don't want your charity, I want Dad to personally host my coming-of-age party! I want him to escort me down!"

Jackson looked helpless.

But I nudged his arm, and he stepped forward.

After all these years of navigating the social scene, he knew the drill.

Right now, it was about calming emotions and preventing the situation from escalating.

Jackson had a good reputation in society. If Cameron fell down from our rooftop, it would surely tarnish his reputation.

Plus, our family's publicly traded company's stock was fluctuating. If news of this nature broke out at a critical time, it would be detrimental to Jackson.

Jackson guided Cameron away from the rooftop edge. Cameron looked at me triumphantly.

As she walked by my side, she leaned in and whispered, "I've won, you can't beat me."

I smiled.

Perhaps she didn't realize that insisting on co-hosting a coming-of-age party with me would be the biggest mistake of her life.

After her suicide attempt, Cameron felt like she was part of the Fox family.

She insisted on staying in the luxurious bedroom next to mine, joining us for meals at the table with Jackson and me every day.

She changed into exquisite outfits, walking around with an air of superiority.

My classmates were puzzled and asked me privately what was going on.

Cameron jumped in, saying, "I'm now Arola City's richest man, Jackson Fox's daughter. Don't you believe!

"I'm treating everyone to a good meal today. Let's all go for tomahawk steaks at noon!"

Everyone was shocked.

"If you're Jackson's daughter, then who is Megan?"

Cameron smirked. "She must be my little sister; it doesn't matter, I don't care.

"From now on, I'm Cameron Fox. Got it?"

They all looked at her like she was crazy.

I remained calm and steady as a rock. The SATs were approaching, so I needed to focus on my studies.

At noon, Cameron took everyone out for steak, including me, thinking I'd foot the bill.

That day, though Jackson didn't say much, Cameron moved into a nice room, wore clothes, and ate, using my resources, but she had no money.

Jackson wasn't foolish enough to give her any.