Face-Slapping the Whimpering False Heiress

: Rebirth

I am the True Heiress.

The moment I arrived home, the False Heiress would start whimpering at the drop of a hat.

"Sister, even though it was my mom who switched us, I'm innocent."

"Sister, I know I'm not Mom and Dad's real daughter. I won't compete with you."

"Sister, you can treat me however you want. I won't hold any grudges."

Even though I hadn't done a thing, everyone painted me as the villain and ostracized me.

Reborn into this life, I looked at the False Heiress, kneeling and whimpering on the floor.

I slapped her right across the face.

"What are you wailing for, a funeral? Are you trying to bring the house down?"

1

The day my biological parents found me, I was frying dough sticks at a breakfast stall next to a construction site.

But the person who came to take me home was my brother, Leo Crestwell.

He explained that my biological parents had wanted to come too.

But before they could leave, the False Heiress absolutely refused to let them. The reason was self-evident.

I didn't refuse Leo Crestwell taking me home, but on the drive back, I closed my eyes.

After taking a deep breath, I gazed out the window, unable to quiet the turmoil in my heart.

Because I had been reborn.

In my previous life, before the Crestwell Family found me, I had always been a drifter.

I grew up in an orphanage, never with enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear, and I was beaten from time to time.

So when I heard I was actually the Crestwell Family's True Heiress, I was overjoyed.

I thought I was also a child blessed by the heavens, destined for a happy life.

Little did I know, the moment I returned to the Crestwell Family, I was sickened by the False Heiress.

She deliberately acted pitiful in front of our parents, constantly repeating:

"Sister, even though it was my mom who switched us, I'm innocent."

"Sister, I know I'm not Mom and Dad's real daughter. I won't compete with you."

"Sister, you can treat me however you want. I won't hold any grudges."

In reality, however, she was constantly hinting to our parents that I was bullying her.

This led our parents to believe that even though I was the True Heiress, my upbringing had warped my character.

Only the pitiful-looking False Heiress was their little angel.

And so, I was ostracized by everyone in the Crestwell Family. When I got sick, they treated it as a ploy for attention, and no one took care of me.

I eventually died in my room, filled with resentment.