The Real Daughter Returns and Takes Down the Family

I was the real daughter in the story of the real and fake daughter. Unlike others, I had been extremely strong since I was young.

The fake daughter said that I bullied her and I was so angry that I dragged her to the podium on the spot and my chest felt like it was breaking a stone.

My fiancé hugged the fake daughter and pointed at me for being petty, so I beat him up on the spot until he saw no future.

My younger brother hired someone to deal with me, but I beat him back and sent him to the hospital.

Faced with my parents' questioning, I remained calm and crushed the marble tile with one foot.

“I couldn't hear you clearly, Mom and Dad. Can you please say it again?”

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“How could you bully Kelly like that? You are really going too far.”

A group of people surrounded me. I was in the middle of the crowd and my eyes quickly locked on the woman behind the crowd.

That was my fake sister, Kelly Stuart.

I was the real daughter among the real and fake daughters and that was my first week back home.

Kelly hid in the crowd and her aggrieved voice rang out, “Everyone, please don’t say that about my sister. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have fought for something that didn’t belong to me.”

Her soft voice coupled with those eyes made people's hearts tremble.

Her guardian angel next to me kicked over my table with a tone full of disgust.

“Kelly is Mr. Truman’s fiancée. This school is not home, so we are not easy to fool. Don’t try to bully her.”

School bullying?

I was stunned and I thought that these days I either slept in class or slept after class.

That was why I was really confused by that accusation.

“Do you think that we don't know about your school bullying because you did it in secret?”

I looked at the people around me and kept calling it school bullying, as if they wanted to put the whole thing on my head.

Before I could ask clearly, the group of guardian angels pulled a trash can from the side and tried to pour it on my head. As a result, I turned around and put the trash can on the man's head.

Bang!

All the smelly garbage was dumped on the man and the people around him scattered.

I was a person who could not bear to be at a disadvantage, so after I finished dribbling the ball, I immediately pushed away the people around me and grabbed Kelly.

School bullying?

In two or three moves, I laid Kelly horizontally on the podium. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, I brought a huge stone to press on her.

As the teacher walked quickly, I raised my hands high and then smashed them down hard.

Bang!

A huge stone breaks my chest.

A sharp and piercing sound, accompanied by the teacher's angry scolding.

Kelly shook on the table and the people nearby rushed over quickly, but unfortunately, they were hit back by my stones before they got close and they fell to the ground one after another.

Kelly looked at me with horror. “What are you going to do? What are you going to do to me? I tell you, this is a society ruled by law. I can call the police to arrest you.”

I shook the stone in my hand and then the stone turned into powder with a slight press in my palm and I sighed.

“Tell me how I bullied her in school? Did I hit her or hammer her? Or did I cripple her?”

The people who originally accused me of school bullying quickly became weak and dared not even say a word. They could only swallow their saliva quietly.

Only one bystander could not help but whisper, “Looking at her arms and legs, it doesn’t look like a normal person.”

Kelly was under the stone, closed her eyes and fainted.

The remaining group of people stammered and said under pressure if Kelly said that I filled her drawer with garbage and secretly spread rumors in the school.