Face-Slapping the Whimpering False Heiress

: Braised Pork

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"Sister, you're so lucky to have such a wonderful father and Mrs. Crestwell, getting to eat so much delicious food every day."

The False Heiress spoke up after she saw me pick up a piece of braised pork with my chopsticks.

"Unlike my birth mother. She would never be willing to make me braised pork."

As soon as she said this, the other two people at the dinner table immediately looked at her with pity.

I scoffed internally. 'Weren't you the one swapped by your birth mother? You could eat this every day. Why are you playing the victim now?'

As I said this, I glanced over at my biological mother.

"This is my first meal at home. Can you do something about her? She never shuts up while people are trying to eat. I'm losing my appetite!"

"Wait, Sister, how can you talk to Mrs. Crestwell like that?"

"Sorry. I just reconnected with my biological mother. I'm a bit lacking in the 'motherly love' department, so maybe I'm just ill-mannered."

After that cold retort, I felt a sense of relief. When I lowered my head to eat, I found two pairs of chopsticks placing food in my bowl.

One was my biological mother, and the other, my biological brother.

And they both gave me braised pork. I was satisfied.

I accepted it with a smile and thanked them.

But the next moment, The False Heiress burst into tears, threw down her chopsticks, and ran upstairs.

As expected, the family dinner ended abruptly three minutes later.

It was evening when my biological father saw me.

The moment he saw me, he pulled me into his arms.

Feeling his chest heave violently, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't moved.

But I knew with absolute clarity that as long as The False Heiress was still here, the warmth of this family would never belong to me.