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However, I couldn’t help but keep an eye on Chloe.
From my observations, this person’s ambition was not small,
On the surface, she appeared gentle, kind, and innocent, not fighting or grabbing for anything, seemingly not after anything. But in reality, she didn’t deprive herself of anything.
She had my brother convert her to a full–time employee, promote her, and give her a cushy position in the department. She went from
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She was good at playing the victim and knew how to make people like her.
In this house, except for me and the housekeeper, she greeted everyone with a smile.
Pleasing my parents was to win over her future in–laws, and coddling my brother was to get married quickly and become the real Mrs. Sanders.
Only towards me, her sister–in–law, she didn’t even bother to pretend.
When she saw Mrs. Wilson bringing me a late–night snack, she made a fuss about wanting some too.
But it was already very late, and the soup had been simmering for hours.
It was too late to make it now, and Mrs. Wilson was about to go to bed.
When she heard Mrs. Wilson was unwilling, she put her hands on her hips and put on her young mistress airs again. “What? I want to have some soup and you can’t make it for me? Are you the Sanders family’s housekeeper or some pampered lady? Can’t I even give you an order
now?”
Mrs. Wilson had no choice but to go make it for her.
She was so domineering, yet in front of my parents, she always yielded to me. I couldn’t be bothered to play such a poor act with her, never giving her a good face. This contrast made me look like the unreasonable one.
I once tentatively asked my brother if he really wanted to marry Chloe. Did he really know this person?
My brother just treated it as me throwing a childish tantrum, saying he would marry her in the future and hoped I would get along well with
her.
My parents were also becoming increasingly fond of Chloe.
Chloe would accompany my mom shopping, buying bags. No matter what my mom liked, she would praise my mom’s taste, flattering her to
no end.
Of course, she would often receive gifts from her future mother–in–law. Exchanging emotional value for material value, both of them were very
satisfied.
My brother was naturally happy to see their good relationship between mother–in–law and daughter–in–law. I was the only one in this family who didn’t like her.
This contrast became increasingly obvious, and I started to look like the real villain.
Because of this, Chloe became more confident in facing me, treating me even more excessively in places where my parents couldn’t see.
“Sister’s room is really big. When I marry your brother, can we move to this room? After all, you’ll be married off by then. I think the lighting and space here are the best. It would be a shame if it were left vacant.”
It sounded like she was asking, but her tone was more like she was informing me. So she had her eye on my room from the beginning.
I glanced at my brother standing nearby, and he didn’t say a word.
I laughed in anger, “Is that so? You might not even marry into this family, and you’re already thinking about taking my room? And since you’ve hooked my brother, isn’t he going to buy you your own marital home? Why do you have to stay in my family’s house?”
“Mollie! Don’t talk nonsense.” My mom had heard what I sald and came over. “Chloe, don’t take her seriously.”
My mom even turned to comfort Chloe, then said to me, “Is that how you should talk? Quickly apologize to your brother and Chloe.”
I wouldn’t. Although I realized I shouldn’t have said that, I refused to apologize in front of Chloe.
Seeing my mom also taking her side, Chloe’s look towards me became even more arrogant.
“It’s okay, Auntie. Mollie is just throwing a tantrum. We won’t move out. William and I want to stay with you. I want to take care of you in your
My brother also played the peacemaker, “Don’t blame Mollie. It was Chloe joking about switching rooms with her. Chloe took it seriously.”
He turned to me as if coaxing a child who doesn’t understand, “Your sister–in–law was just teasing you. Don’t be angry, okay?”
My mom also repeatedly praised her for being understanding and scolded me for being petty, saying it was just a joke and reprimanding me for being intolerant.
