The nanny's daughter, Cameron Diaz, harbored a strong delusion that she was my father Jackson's biological child.

She planned to expose the truth at my coming-of-age ceremony and reclaim everything she believed was rightfully hers.

So, in a bid to be helpful, I tracked down her long-lost father.

The shock on everyone's face when they saw him was palpable; it was as if their jaws had dropped.

.....

On Cameron's first day moving into our home, I felt an immediate sense of hostility from her.

Despite being the nanny's daughter, she carried herself with an air of arrogant superiority.

As soon as she walked in, she dumped her bag on the floor and looked at me with disdain.

"You, get my things sorted quickly. I want the master bedroom upstairs.

"And since it's my first day here, a welcome dinner at a five-star restaurant is in order. Are you even listening to me?"

I glanced at Uma Diaz, the nanny, who looked uncomfortable and quickly intervened.

"Cameron, cut it out! Sorry about this, Ms. Fox, my daughter has lived in the countryside all her life and lacks proper manners."

I gave a polite nod and studied Cameron closely.

Her skin was darkened from years of sun exposure, and her hair was withered from the harsh elements.

She wore a threadbare checkered shirt and patched-up cotton pants, which spoke volumes about her rural background.

In contrast, I was dressed in sleek, understated luxury, my skin glowing from careful maintenance.

Cameron glared at me, clearly irritated. "What are you staring at?"

I chuckled lightly, ignoring her and addressing Uma.

"Uma, my dad and I agreed to let your daughter stay here because you said she wanted to focus on her studies for senior year.

"But we won't tolerate any rudeness. I'm overlooking her attitude this time, but please ensure she follows the rules."

Uma nodded vigorously and pulled Cameron away.

Despite her displeasure, Cameron had no choice but to settle into her mother's room.

That was just the beginning.

At dinner that evening, Jackson came home from work, and the atmosphere at the table was warm and cheerful.

Yet, Cameron kept making a scene, deliberately creating noise to draw attention.

She would cough loudly or stand in the corner, staring at us, making everyone uncomfortable.

Jackson, taken aback, asked, "Is this Uma's child?"

Cameron, called out by name, immediately pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Jackson.

"Hello, I'm Cameron. I've lived in the countryside all my life, and it's my first time in the city. I hope I won't cause any trouble.

"I want to thank you for letting me attend a private high school and for creating such a wonderful opportunity for me."

Jackson, always kind-hearted, smiled at her politeness, saying, "It's nice to meet you. During this senior year, work hard with Megan and aim for good universities."

But then, Cameron suddenly said something that left us both stunned.

"You're being so nice to me. It must be an instinctive reaction, right?"

Jackson and I exchanged a bewildered look.

Cameron paused, her eyes welling up.

"I heard you're allergic to seafood. I am, too.

"It's really ingrained in our genes, isn't it? It can't be changed."

With that, she wiped her tears and walked away, leaving Jackson and me utterly confused.

I was Megan Fox, the only child of my parents and the future heir to the Fox Group.

Unfortunately, my mother passed away due to illness, and Jackson, focusing on his career, had hired a nanny to take care of my daily needs.

Uma had been working as a nanny in my house for twelve years, and she had done her job dutifully.

She mentioned that her daughter Cameron was the same age as me and that we were now classmates.

Uma had moved her over here because Cameron was an exceptional student.

Uma hoped to see her daughter excel and had even begged Jackson for a long time, showing him Cameron's report card.

Jackson, feeling sympathetic, had used his connections to transfer Cameron to my private high school.

He also arranged for Cameron to stay with us before the SATs so Uma could accompany her.

To please me, Uma had suggested that Cameron's excellent grades meant that we could look out for each other and work hard together.

However, Cameron had been consistently cold and sharp-tongued towards me since she arrived, but she was always sweet and accommodating around Jackson.

At this moment, in the living room, Jackson was engrossed in financial reports on the sofa.

Cameron walked over, handed Jackson a hot coffee, and cozied up next to him.

I watched this unfold from the side, arms crossed, enjoying the spectacle.

Jackson, feeling uncomfortable with the close proximity, instinctively shifted away.

"Cameron, don't sit so close, it's too hot," Jackson said.

Cameron looked a bit awkward, then shot me a discontented glance and muttered, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying at this hour?"

I raised an eyebrow. "It's my house, why should I report to you what I'm doing?"

Cameron looked embarrassed, then turned to Jackson. "Mr. Fox, I heard you're not just allergic to seafood but also can't handle spicy food?

"I've never been able to handle spicy food since I was a kid. Isn't it a bit of a coincidence, Mr. Fox?" Cameron persisted.

Jackson seemed puzzled but, adhering to his good manners, could only chuckle awkwardly.

Undeterred, Cameron continued, "Mr. Fox, your eyes and nose look quite a bit like mine. Don't you think we could pass for father and daughter?"

I suddenly understood.

Cameron was trying to get close to Jackson.

But the situation was extremely awkward.

Jackson, who was handsome when he was young, didn't resemble Cameron at all, who was tanned and skinny.

The traits she mentioned were quite common.

Jackson and Cameron didn't look alike in the slightest. Instead, Jackson and I resembled each other more closely.

Jackson probably sensed the slight and was growing irritated.

"You should be doing your homework now. Go on, I'm heading back to my study.

"Get some rest too, Megan," Jackson said kindly, patting my head.

I noticed Cameron's envious gaze.

Once he left, only Cameron and I were left in the living room.

I let out a scoff.

Cameron immediately dropped her pretense. "Megan, don't get too smug. It's obvious that I'm dad's real daughter.

"I realized the truth when my fake mom brought me here. Only Dad is still in the dark!

"I've let you steal everything from me all these years without making a fuss. But you better watch out—if you don't leave voluntarily, I'll make sure you regret it!"

I was taken aback by her outburst.

I thought, "Could this be some sort of delusion? How did she become a top student with such a mental state?"

I wasn't in the mood to play along. "You should see a therapist. Uma has worked hard to raise you. I'd hate to see her upset."

With that, I got up and left, leaving Cameron fuming in the living room.

I planned to tell Uma about this so she could address Cameron's issues.

However, considering Uma's situation, I decided not to tell her.

After all, we were in our senior year of high school, and maybe Cameron was just cracking under the pressure of studies.

I quickly pushed the incident to the back of my mind.

Little did I know, Cameron's antics only escalated from there.

Every day, I had a driver pick me up for school, and everyone at school knew about my family's status.

In this elite private school, most students came from affluent backgrounds, with connections among families.

Recently, Cameron started accompanying me to and from school, which puzzled everyone.

They asked, "Megan, are you and Cameron related?"

Before I could respond, the sharp-eared Cameron slammed the table and cursed, "Who's related to her? She's a fake!

"I'm enduring all this for the sake of SATs. After SATs, just wait. I'll make everyone know the injustices I've faced over the years and how you've shamelessly taken everything from me!"

She ranted, then broke down in tears at her desk, startling the whole class.

Everyone around us started to whisper among themselves, speculating about the relationship between her and me.

I was furious this time and grabbed her by the hair.

"There's a limit to your audacity. Slandering others carries legal consequences!"

But Cameron continued crying and even tried to hit me.

Could I tolerate this? I engaged in a scuffle with her, drawing the attention of the teacher.

After a scolding from the teacher, we were tasked with writing reflections to be signed by our parents.

That evening, Jackson happened to be at home.

Cameron immediately rushed into Jackson's arms, sobbing, "Mr. Fox, Megan bullied me!"

Jackson looked puzzled, glancing at me.

I gave him a knowing look, and he understood.

He thought, "My daughter bullying someone? Not being bullied is already a good thing."

With a reassuring pat on my shoulder, Jackson turned to Cameron.

She continued crying, her voice soft and pitiful.

"Mr. Fox, I never had a father to protect me since I was little.

"When I saw you, I felt a sense of familiarity and envy towards Megan. I just wanted to call you 'Dad' quietly, and Megan hit me.

"I won't dare to do it again. Please, Mr. Fox, don't send me away, please?"

I thought, "What a distortion of truth."

But before I could speak, Uma seized the opportunity to intervene, quickly comforting Cameron and apologizing to me. "Ms. Fox, it's just that Cameron is naive and doesn't know any better. Please don't take it to heart. She lost her father at a young age, and with the stress of senior year, she may have unintentionally upset you.

"Mr. Fox, you can deduct more from my salary, or I can forgo this month's pay entirely. As long as Ms. Fox is appeased."

I narrowed my eyes, realizing I had underestimated Uma all these years.

Despite her usual meek demeanor, her words now clearly favored her daughter, subtly hinting at my supposedly unforgiving nature.

Uma's humble tone made me realize Jackson would likely give in.

After all, Uma had been diligent and loyal in our household for years, and Jackson wouldn't want to sever ties completely.

So, on the surface, he gave Uma some leeway.

I received the hint and smiled, saying, "Uma, forget about it. Cameron and I just had a disagreement, nothing serious."