I used all my strength to slap Dennis, and his head snapped to the side as a clear handprint bloomed across his cheek.
He was completely stunned, and so was everyone else in the room.
He held his face, staring at me in disbelief. The fury in his eyes soon turned to humiliation. “You… you hit me?!”
“I hit you to wake you up.” My voice was as cold as ice.
I looked around at everyone gathered in the living room, then turned my gaze back to Dennis’s face. “You all think he’s the one in charge here. That he’s the so–called scion of the White family, right?”
No one dared to make a sound.
I let out a short chuckle, but my smile was humorless.
“Dennis, is that what you’ve always thought, too? Do you really believe you are born to have everything? This manor, the luxury
car outside, shares in the company, and that credit card with no limit that I gave you?”
He didn’t answer, but the stubborn look in his eyes was all the proof I needed to see.
“Have you ever wondered why…” I continued. “Why, even though our father favored you, did he still leave 90% of the company
shares to me? Why did I, as your sister, have to play the caretaker and clean up every mess for you? Paving every road you walk and indulging your every whim without limits?”
He looked genuinely thrown off by my questions.
Maybe these thoughts had crossed his mind before, but he had always just taken everything for granted, never thinking any
deeper.
I watched the confusion and humiliation on his face and finally decided it was time to reveal the cruel truth I had protected for
over a decade.
“Because you’re not even a White. You’re just a mistake my father made years ago. Your mother was a woman whose name
doesn’t even deserve to be recorded in the White family’s history. You, Dennis, are an illegitimate child.” My words were quiet,
but the impact in the silent living room was quite real.
Every trace of expression froze on Dennis’s face.
He stared at me as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, eyes wide, mouth half open, and completely stunned. “You… what did you say?”
“I said,” I repeated word by word, “you’re an illegitimate child.”
“When Dad brought you home, you were only three. Grandpa was so furious that he almost had a heart attack. He wanted to
throw you
and your mother out on the street. And it was me.” I pointed to myself.
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“I was the one who knelt in front of Grandpa and begged him to let you stay. I told him a child is innocent. I promised I would
look after you, raise you, and never let you disgrace the White family name. To let you live openly as a member of the White family and to keep you from being labeled an illegitimate child from day one, I begged Dad and Grandpa to keep your true background a secret from everyone.
“I treated you like my real brother. I gave you the best of everything, tried to make up for the mother’s love you never got, and spoiled you in every way possible. I thought that if I poured enough love and comfort into you, you would grow up to be a kind, responsible, and dependable man.”
Looking at his face that was now twisted by shock and fear, I let out a bitter laugh. “Turns out I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. I didn’t raise a brother. I raised an ungrateful wretch.”
Dennis stumbled back a couple of steps, bumping into the coffee table with a heavy thud.
He kept shaking his head, mumbling, “No… That’s impossible… You’re lying… You’re making this up!”
“If you think I’m lying, go home and ask Dad.” I looked at him with cold indifference, determined to break his last illusion. “Though I doubt he has time for you right now.”
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