Chapter 4

"I'd like to see who's brave enough to lay their hands on me!" Sienna snapped, causing those who were about to step forward to freeze in place. "Lydia and I are the real heiresses of the Miller family! The Millers won't let you off the hook if you lay a finger on a single strand of hair on my head."

Quinn reacted as if she had just heard a hilarious joke, pressing a hand to her mouth to muffle her boisterous laughter.

"Have you run out of ideas, Sienna?" she sneered. "Do you really think you can pretend to be a part of my family just because we share the same last name?"

She waved her phone and arrogantly dialed a number, saying, "Let's see if you'll continue being so stubborn once Dad arrives."

A spark of curiosity flickered within me. As far as I knew, Dad was still staying at the church on the island. So, who was the man who would answer Quinn's summons?

A deafening noise suddenly resounded in the distance. The roar of propellers was getting closer by the second, kicking up the dust around the set.

A jet-black private helicopter slowly descended and landed on an empty plot of land near the set. When the door slid open, Dad hopped out of the helicopter, looking a little weary from his travels.

Although he was wearing a tailored suit, his tie was askew, making it obvious that he had rushed over after receiving Quinn's message.

"Who's the idiot who's foolish enough to bully my precious daughter?" he demanded in a low and angry voice, swiftly making his way toward Mrs. Miller and Quinn.

With everyone watching him, he affectionately caressed Quinn's small face. His eyes shone with a tenderness that I had never seen before. The way he looked at her was as if he were admiring the most precious treasure in the world.

"Dad…" Quinn immediately threw herself into his arms. Her voice was thick with faux tears.

"Who are you calling your precious daughter?" Sienna asked.

Confusion was written all over her face when she looked up. Her eyes, which were identical to mine, were full of disbelief.

Only then did Dad turn to look at us. The color drained from his face in an instant when he got a good look at our faces, and his lips began to tremble.

Quinn buried her face in Dad's chest before pointing at Sienna and me and whining, "That's them, Dad! Sienna claims that she's your daughter just because she shares the same last name as us. She wants to take away the role that you got for me through your investments!"

I smoothed down my clothes as I took in Dad's shocked expression.

"Go ahead and tell us, Frank Miller," I said nonchalantly. "Who are your real daughters?"

Dad's lips nearly bled from how hard he was biting it. A layer of sweat beaded across his forehead, but he still couldn't say a single word.

A long time passed before he pulled me to the side and said in a hushed voice, "It's not what you think, Lydia. Quinn is an orphan whom I'm sponsoring. She has severe depression and histrionic personality disorder, which is why I usually let her have her way.

"Why are you being so petty toward a sick person? Just let her have her way for now. I'll explain everything to you once we get home."

I swept my icy gaze across Mrs. Miller and Quinn. Disgust roiled in my gut when I noticed that they had identical features.

Even if Quinn was Dad's adopted daughter, whom he was sponsoring, what would that make Mrs. Miller, who was clad in a shirt with a plunging neckline and whose face was caked with a thick layer of makeup?

Were Mrs. Miller and Quinn supposed to be a packaged deal? Did Dad really believe that he would be able to pull the wool over my and Sienna's eyes with such a flimsy excuse?

I scoffed and ruthlessly swatted his hand away. "She should be in the hospital if she's sick. Others might be willing to let her have her way, but Sienna and I won't give in to her.

"Besides, she's demanding Sienna to be her nude double. How are you going to explain yourself to Grandpa and the Jonas family if we give in to her whims?"