Unmasking Falsehoods

Upon hearing the crowd's curses directed at me, Wilson smiled smugly and tried to reason with me. "If you apologize to me and Maddie now, we might still let you off the hook and pretend this never happened.

"Otherwise, once I tell your dad, you won't be able to stay in the Lloyd family anymore!"

Madison, hiding behind Wilson, rolled her eyes at me. Her smug expression was full of self-satisfaction. After all, she knew all too well that when it came to me and her, Tyler would always choose her.

I was eight when Mom died in a car accident while rushing to take me to the hospital for a high fever. Tyler blamed me for her death and developed a deep hatred for me.

I had always felt guilty and tried to earn his approval, so I obeyed him and showed respect in everything I did.

Whenever Madison brought up Tyler, I would helplessly give in. But this time, I didn't give her the reaction she was expecting.

Wilson's ridiculous words amused me. I pulled out my phone to dial Tyler's number.

"You've been talking for so long but haven't dared to call him, so I'll do it myself. Oh, when he gets here, I'll also inform him that I'm breaking off the engagement with the Guzman family today!"

Someone in the crowd quickly caught onto the fact that I'd used the word "inform" and mocked, "This adopted daughter has completely lost it. If anyone didn't know better, they'd think she's the one in charge of the Lloyd family."

But Wilson's face immediately turned pale at my words. After all, the Guzman family's current reputation and status were built on this marriage, which tied them to Grandpa, the successor of intangible cultural heritage.

Without this marriage, the Guzman family would be nothing!

Soon, my call was picked up.

There was no immediate response. Clearly, he was still trying to figure out how to handle the situation.

I didn't feel like playing games, so I coldly said, "I know you're watching the live stream. If you don't come here now, your precious daughter is going to be ruined by me today. You know I have the power to do it, Tyler Lloyd."

There was a heavy sigh on the other end. My words had clearly struck a nerve. After a long pause, the call was abruptly hung up.

Madison screamed in disbelief, "Phoebe Campbell, how could you speak to Dad like that?"

I crossed my arms and looked at her with complete arrogance. "I said what I said. What's wrong with it?"

Madison glared at me, but I could see the fear in her eyes. She could tell I wasn't the same as I used to be, but the problem was, she had no idea why I'd changed so dramatically.

Eventually, her gaze flickered. She approached me and softened her tone. "Phoebe, this is just a little argument between us sisters. There's no need to bring Dad into this. I really don't want to see you make a mistake and get kicked out of the family."

I smirked, not holding back any of my disdain. "What are you afraid of? Didn't you say I was lying? Didn't you want to call Dad over? I did just that."

It didn't take long for Tyler to arrive. He stormed in, furious. "You little brat!" he shouted. "How dare you treat your sister like this? If I'd known you were so vicious, I never should've adopted you! I'm going to teach you a lesson for your grandpa today!"

He was about to slap me across the face, but I grabbed his wrist and shoved him away forcefully.

"What right do you have to teach me a lesson in Grandpa's place? Too used to throwing your weight around, and you've forgotten what your last name is?"