When Olivia stretched out her hand to hold my arm as she looked at me with fake pity, I mercilessly shook her off. Although I didn’t even use any force, she shouted and fell quickly even though my palm pressed the broken pieces of the teacup so that she wouldn’t get hurt.
“Anastasia, I care about you and wish for you to reconcile with Mom and Dad! Why do you treat me like this? My hands are the hands for playing the piano. I’m going to participate in the competition next week. You are so cruel …”
Immediately, my parents panicked and rushed over to hug Olivia. My sister immediately cried in her mother's arms. This made my father furious.
The man grabbed me by my collar and glared at me as he shouted, “How could we give birth to such a monster like you? Apologize to your sister now! Otherwise, don’t you blame me for turning against you!”
