Kicked Out, She Came Back To Rule - Chapter 33: Chapter 33
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"You think you're grown now, walking off just because you don't like what we're saying, huh? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Lincoln's face darkened as he grabbed a feather duster the maid had left in the living room, ready to hit her.
Andrea stepped in, all concern. "Dad, don't hit her. She didn't mean it. That's just how she talks. Her SAT is tomorrow—if you hit her, it'll mess up her score. This test decides her whole future."
"Mess up her score? When has she ever scored higher than zero? What's next—negative points?" Lincoln barked, getting even angrier.
"Dad, please. For my sake? She's been alone for days. That's so pitiful. She finally comes home, and you want to hit her, huh? What will people think?" Andrea's voice trembled, and she started crying.
Lincoln's heart softened instantly. He tossed the feather duster aside. "Andrea, you're too kind. Every time Kaia screws up, you beg for her. Look at her—when has she ever been grateful?"
"I don't care. We're family. She's my sister. I have to help her," Andrea said.
Ruth hugged her with teary eyes. "Andrea, you sweet thing. Why are you so thoughtful?"
"You and Dad are so good to me. Too bad I'm not even your real daughter," Andrea said, sounding all hurt.
Kaia almost rolled her eyes. As a top psychologist, she could spot fake emotions a mile away. Andrea's shifty eyes, tight lips, and constant nose-touching gave her away.
But Ruth and Lincoln ate it up. In their minds, Andrea was perfect.
"Sweetie, you may not be our blood, but you're closer to our hearts than that," Ruth said with teary eyes.
"That's right," Lincoln agreed. "Anyone who says you're not ours will answer to me. Here—take my credit card. Buy whatever you want. Don't cry."
Kaia snorted, cutting into their little family drama, "And you two swear you don't play favorites, huh? You just said she's closer to you than your real daughter. Lucky for you I'm tough. Someone else might've been crushed—maybe even depressed enough to kill themselves."
Ruth and Lincoln went pale and shifted uncomfortably. They knew what they'd said was messed up.
Andrea chimed in, "Kaia, don't be mad at them. They didn't mean it like that—"
"Shut up," Kaia snapped.
"Kaia—" Andrea kept going.
"Say one more word, and you won't be leaving this house safe tomorrow," Kaia warned, fist raised.
"Kaia! Why are you so mean to Andrea? You—" Ruth yelled.
"You dragged me here just to pick a fight so I'd bomb my test, huh? Fine. But don't complain later if my score is bad," Kaia said flatly.
Ruth glanced at Lincoln, who kept silent, and decided to switch topics. "Your grandparents' seventieth birthday is coming up. I told you before—buy a good gift. Don't embarrass us and give your uncles a reason to laugh."
With that, she sent Kaia 200 dollars.
Kaia almost laughed out loud. That amount was downright insulting.
She gave Ruth a cold look. "How much did you give Andrea for her gift?"
"You're always jealous of Andrea. She's more thoughtful than you. I tried to give her money, but she wouldn't take it—said she'd saved enough on her own. See how caring she is?" Ruth said.
Kaia got the picture. She smiled faintly and sent the 200 dollars back.
"What's this? Not enough for you?" Ruth was about to snap when another transfer came through—from Kaia again, 20 thousand dollars.
"See? I didn't take your money and gave you 20 thousand dollars instead. You pick the gift for me. How's that? Am I more caring than Andrea now?" Kaia asked, eyebrow raised.
Ruth's eyes widened in shock. "Where did you get that money? Kaia, tell me the truth—did you do something shady? Or are you some man's mistress—"
Andrea stepped in, all concern. "Dad, don't hit her. She didn't mean it. That's just how she talks. Her SAT is tomorrow—if you hit her, it'll mess up her score. This test decides her whole future."
"Mess up her score? When has she ever scored higher than zero? What's next—negative points?" Lincoln barked, getting even angrier.
"Dad, please. For my sake? She's been alone for days. That's so pitiful. She finally comes home, and you want to hit her, huh? What will people think?" Andrea's voice trembled, and she started crying.
Lincoln's heart softened instantly. He tossed the feather duster aside. "Andrea, you're too kind. Every time Kaia screws up, you beg for her. Look at her—when has she ever been grateful?"
"I don't care. We're family. She's my sister. I have to help her," Andrea said.
Ruth hugged her with teary eyes. "Andrea, you sweet thing. Why are you so thoughtful?"
"You and Dad are so good to me. Too bad I'm not even your real daughter," Andrea said, sounding all hurt.
Kaia almost rolled her eyes. As a top psychologist, she could spot fake emotions a mile away. Andrea's shifty eyes, tight lips, and constant nose-touching gave her away.
But Ruth and Lincoln ate it up. In their minds, Andrea was perfect.
"Sweetie, you may not be our blood, but you're closer to our hearts than that," Ruth said with teary eyes.
"That's right," Lincoln agreed. "Anyone who says you're not ours will answer to me. Here—take my credit card. Buy whatever you want. Don't cry."
Kaia snorted, cutting into their little family drama, "And you two swear you don't play favorites, huh? You just said she's closer to you than your real daughter. Lucky for you I'm tough. Someone else might've been crushed—maybe even depressed enough to kill themselves."
Ruth and Lincoln went pale and shifted uncomfortably. They knew what they'd said was messed up.
Andrea chimed in, "Kaia, don't be mad at them. They didn't mean it like that—"
"Shut up," Kaia snapped.
"Kaia—" Andrea kept going.
"Say one more word, and you won't be leaving this house safe tomorrow," Kaia warned, fist raised.
"Kaia! Why are you so mean to Andrea? You—" Ruth yelled.
"You dragged me here just to pick a fight so I'd bomb my test, huh? Fine. But don't complain later if my score is bad," Kaia said flatly.
Ruth glanced at Lincoln, who kept silent, and decided to switch topics. "Your grandparents' seventieth birthday is coming up. I told you before—buy a good gift. Don't embarrass us and give your uncles a reason to laugh."
With that, she sent Kaia 200 dollars.
Kaia almost laughed out loud. That amount was downright insulting.
She gave Ruth a cold look. "How much did you give Andrea for her gift?"
"You're always jealous of Andrea. She's more thoughtful than you. I tried to give her money, but she wouldn't take it—said she'd saved enough on her own. See how caring she is?" Ruth said.
Kaia got the picture. She smiled faintly and sent the 200 dollars back.
"What's this? Not enough for you?" Ruth was about to snap when another transfer came through—from Kaia again, 20 thousand dollars.
"See? I didn't take your money and gave you 20 thousand dollars instead. You pick the gift for me. How's that? Am I more caring than Andrea now?" Kaia asked, eyebrow raised.
Ruth's eyes widened in shock. "Where did you get that money? Kaia, tell me the truth—did you do something shady? Or are you some man's mistress—"
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