Jackson slammed the table in anger, exclaiming, "This is outrageous!"

He immediately stood up, intending to confront Uma.

I quickly held him back, explaining that it wasn't Uma's fault but rather Cameron's delusions.

I played the understanding card. "Uma has been with our family for so many years; it's not easy for her. I haven't even told her about Cameron's delusional behavior.

"In two more months, after the SATs, she'll leave our home. Let's not bother with her anymore," I added, trying to diffuse the situation.

Jackson looked at me with a pang of affection. "Ah, my daughter, always so understanding. I'll be more cautious in the future; Cameron is truly mentally unstable.

"And let's not allow her to ride in our family car anymore. Let her take the normal bus to school. Don't let her provoke you with her crazy talk."

I smiled; mission accomplished.

Jackson vowed to follow through.

The next morning, Cameron woke up early to prepare breakfast, serving Jackson food in a filial manner.

However, Jackson's expression was one of disgust, and he walked away without a word.

Cameron looked bewildered while I calmly enjoyed my breakfast.

As we headed to school, I boarded the car, and Cameron tried to follow suit.

Our driver promptly kicked her out, stating, "Mr. Fox said this car is exclusively for Ms. Fox's school commute. Find your own way."

Cameron was shocked, shouting at the driver, "Bullshit! My dad... Mr. Fox allowed me to ride in it!"

The driver coldly shut the door. "I don't know about that. I received instructions last night. Move along, don't block the way!"

With that, the car drove off, leaving Cameron in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Feeling relieved, I calmly focused on studying in the car.

Later, the bell had already rung, but Cameron was nowhere to be seen.

She arrived thirty minutes late and was promptly punished by the teacher to stand.

After class, Cameron stormed towards me, accusing me, "You bitch! What did you do? Why did Dad stop me from riding the car?"

I took a step back in surprise.

"What are you talking about? Who's your dad? How would I know why he stopped you from riding?"

Other students gathered around, questioning Cameron's motives.

She, red-faced and furious, warned, "I said this secret would be revealed after the SATs. Don't push me.

"If I reveal it now, you won't be able to handle it!

"And you, bunch of lackeys, stop groveling to Megan. You'll regret not standing by my side."

With that, Cameron stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her as if I had committed a heinous crime.

The classmates were left speechless, and I waved them off. "Let's disperse, let's disperse. She's the daughter of our maid, and her mental state is off.

"Let's treat this as a joke. I'll treat everyone to pizza at lunch."

The students dispersed, all agreeing that Cameron had some serious issues.

Back at home, Cameron persistently tried to approach Jackson.

He sternly ordered her out, not wanting to be disturbed while working.

He then called me over, "Megan, come to the study. My mood improves with you around."

I cheerfully walked to the study, telling Cameron to go out.

Cameron was on the verge of collapse. Later, as I returned to my room, I overheard her conversation with Uma.

"Megan, that bitch, what the hell did she do? Dad's ignoring me now!

"I swear, I'll kill that bitch! You gotta help me, once she's out of the picture, dad will have to acknowledge me!"

Uma, apprehensive, was petrified at the mention of murder.

"Cameron, stop living in a dream world. I've told you we have no connection to the Fox family. You're just my daughter.

"I went through so much trouble to get you into the Fox family, hoping you'd study hard and eventually join the Fox Group. They're a shrewd bunch. Mr. Fox is already fed up with you. If you can't learn to be discreet, they'll have no place for you."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Uma was more grounded than her delusional daughter.

But Cameron was defiant.

"Mom, you must be out of your mind. I am Mr. Fox's daughter. There must be something you're hiding.

"Megan is your daughter, right? I bet you swapped me with her when I was born. You and Megan teamed up to steal everything from me!"

Cameron's wild accusations almost made me burst out laughing.

I thought, "She must have watched too many soap operas! How dare she suggest a switched-at-birth scenario?"

Uma quickly interrupted, "Stop these thoughts!"

Cameron snapped, "I am not your daughter! I'm intelligent and accomplished. How could I possibly be a maid's daughter?

"You've been here alone and left me in the countryside for twelve years, just to control me, haven't you?"

Cameron's irredeemable delusions left me in awe.

The next day at school, I provoked her directly.

"You claim to be dad's real daughter, right? Show me a paternity test at least."

Cameron's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're feeling guilty, huh? You want me to get a paternity test? With all the similarities between me and Dad, even a fool would know I'm his real daughter!

"Since you're so persistent, I'll do it. Let's settle this once and for all."

I agreed with a smile and promptly headed to the hospital with our hair samples.

While waiting for the paternity test results, Cameron remained confident.

But when I presented the reports to her, she was dumbfounded.

"No way, why are you Dad's real daughter and not me?

"Cheating! You must have paid off the doctor to alter the results. These reports are mixed up!" Cameron accused.

I smirked. "Feel free to retest, but no matter how many times you do it, the result won't change."

Cameron argued cunningly, "Maybe Dad had two kids back then. You're just my younger sister, and I'm your real sister!"

I thought of something else.

So I said, "Cameron, Dad and I look so alike. Everyone has always acknowledged that.

"And you, being so ugly, how could you claim to be born by my parents, let alone be my sister?"

Cameron was fuming with anger.

"I'm tanned because I've been working in the fields since I was young. If I had your family's resources, I'd be fairer than you!"

Feigning surprise, I said, "Oh really? I should lend you some skin whitening products. Can't wait for you to turn fair and for dad to finally recognize you."

Satisfied, I nodded and ignored her clownish ranting.

Upon returning home, I found that Jackson unexpectedly arrived early.

There were numerous gifts for me on the table—elegant dresses, beautiful bracelets.

Most importantly, there was a guest in the house.

I was thrilled to see Vincent Stewart, my neighbor and older brother figure who had returned from studying abroad.

We had always had a close relationship since childhood.

Our families had been close for years, and Vincent used to joke that I'd be his wife when I grew up.

Now, he had grown into a tall, handsome man, already back from his studies with a successful business venture. He was like a real catch.

"Vincent, I've missed you so much!"

I rushed over, and Vincent warmly embraced me with a smile.

"I've missed you too, my Megan has grown so tall."

Jackson chuckled. "You see Vincent and forget about your old man."

I asked, "Are all these gifts from Vincent?"

Jackson nodded. "Yep, your coming-of-age party is coming up, and Vincent wants to throw you a bash. He's getting the best pastry chef in town to make your cake."

Cameron, who had been lurking in the background, muttered, "I'm an adult too, but I haven't had a coming-of-age party."

But the three of us were too engrossed in our conversation to pay her any mind.

I was basking in happiness, oblivious to Cameron's twisted face.

She was like a forgotten stray dog in the corner, growling and glaring, unwanted by anyone.

That evening, we invited Vincent for dinner.

After the meal, Vincent and I took a stroll in the yard. I needed to use the restroom, so I excused myself for a moment.

Upon my return, I found Cameron standing next to Vincent, who looked visibly annoyed while Cameron was rambling on.

I moved a little closer and hid behind a tree, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Cameron urgently said, "Vincent, I'm actually the real daughter of Mr. Fox. You should have grown up with me. Megan touched those gifts, and I found them dirty. Get me something else.

"Now that you know the truth, bring me home to meet your parents. Let's clear up this misunderstanding!"

Vincent rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Are you out of your mind? Does Mr. Fox hire a maid without investigation?

"And you look so swarthy, it's so dark out here, with that grimace on your face, I thought you were a headless ghost."

Those words shattered Cameron's facade.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In the next moment, Vincent noticed me and quickly took my hand, walking away while saying, "Megan, how did your family find such a weird servant? You should fire her. What a bad luck."

Cameron yelled, "Vincent, are you blind? You've been deceived by that wench. I'm the real heiress!"

As I left with Vincent, I turned to see Cameron's expression, but all I saw was darkness.

Later that night, as I was about to sleep, Uma knocked on Jackson's bedroom door in tears.

"Mr. Fox, please save my daughter. She's about to jump off the building."

I immediately stepped out of my room.

We followed Uma to the rooftop, where we saw Cameron on the edge, her leg dangling over the side, on the brink of falling.

As we approached, she cried like a broken soul.

"I don't want to live!"

Jackson was not pleased. "What's going on here?"

Uma pleaded desperately, "Mr. Fox, please, I'm begging you. Just stabilize Cameron's emotions first."

Cameron pointed at me, crying loudly.

"Why does she get a coming-of-age party? Why does she get to eat the best cake in town? I have nothing? I'm your daughter, not her!"