Chapter 4

Suzy put on the perfect innocent act. "Dad, I heard at school that drinking a little hard liquor can help you live longer. I even asked the convenience store owner about it. This brand is the best and most suitable for you, so I used all my pocket money to buy it for you."

She sounded like a pure, naive, dutiful daughter. After hearing it was good for his health, she had supposedly spent every cent of her pocket money on it.

As she spoke, she uncapped the bottle and poured a glass, clearly intending to get Dad to drink.

My parents looked completely bewildered. They probably couldn't understand how alcohol was supposed to strengthen the body. Looking at Suzy, they saw nothing more than an innocent daughter with good intentions.

Unfortunately for her, I had already lived through this once. I saw through her scheme immediately. She was trying to change destiny itself. Even without the system, she still wanted to follow the same path, using this stunt to create the image of a resilient, pitiable girl in front of Jonathan.

I stepped forward and knocked the glass onto the floor.

"Suzy, what are you doing?"

The moment I interrupted her, dissatisfaction flashed across her face.

Ignoring her expression, I said bluntly, "Suzy, do you even know how harmful alcohol is? Long-term drinking can lead to alcoholism. If you don't even have this basic common sense, then I don't think you need to keep studying. School clearly isn't helping you."

My words were merciless.

Suzy's expression changed instantly. Anger and grievance filled her face, but my words were so direct and absolute that she couldn't argue back. All she could do was lower her head and cry pitifully.

Completely unaware of Suzy's true intentions, Mom immediately disapproved of my reaction.

"Abby, even if Suzy didn't express her love the right way, she only did this because she cares about Dad. You can reason with your sister properly. You don't have to be so harsh with her," Mom said seriously.

Hearing Mom patiently reason with me made my nose sting. She was such a sensible mother. Yet in my previous life, after Suzy manipulated her through the system, she had become someone who did nothing but gamble and play cards.

"Don't cry, Abby. Your mom has a point. You're both grown up now. You need to pay attention to how you speak," Dad said as he hurried over to comfort me.

The more they acted this way, the more bitterness welled up inside me.

At the same time, my resentment toward Suzy kept growing. Our parents had always treated us equally. They had never favored one of us over the other. I couldn't understand why she had never learned to be grateful or why she treated our entire family as nothing more than tools.

Worse still, in my previous life, after completing her mission and preparing to get married, she had ordered the system to erase us completely. She hadn't left us even the slightest chance to survive.

All because, once she was married, we would have been a humiliating reminder of her poor, broken family, something that would have lowered her status in the eyes of others.

But that tragedy was entirely her own doing. She was the one who had destroyed our family. What right did she have to despise it?

Still crying, Suzy walked outside. Mom saw her and immediately followed to comfort her.

Dad held my hand and sighed helplessly. "Abby, let's eat out tonight. Just be more careful with your words next time."

Just like that, the four of us went out for a walk before having dinner together.

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At the dinner table, Suzy took the initiative to admit her mistake. She put on a pitiful act, saying she had been ignorant and had almost harmed Dad. She looked deeply remorseful.

Listening to her performance, I found it nothing but ironic. If Suzy had truly understood that those things were wrong, then our family would never have ended up the way it did in my previous life.