I’m the fake heiress of the Mercer family. After this news got out, my status at school plummeted, but I was secretly thrilled. A girl cornered me in the bathroom, beating and humiliating me. The real Mercer heiress burst through the door, charging in with a mop in hand, looking fierce. “Get out of here right now, and don’t you dare bother Sylvie again!” So the girl who was bullying me fled in panic. The real heiress took off her jacket and draped it over me, her eyes clear and sincere. “Can we talk?” “How pitiful,” I thought, looking at her innocent gaze. She had fallen into the Mercer family’s den of wolves. I had lived in the Mercer household for seventeen years, serving as my brother Cedric Mercer’s blood bag for seventeen years, only to suddenly be told I wasn’t a Mercer child. The moment I learned this news, I was overjoyed, thinking I could finally escape the Mercer family’s clutches. However, when the real heiress Flora Mercer was taken for blood type testing, the results didn’t match—she couldn’t donate blood to Cedric. So I was kept around once again. The Mercer family’s eldest son Cedric suffered from an extremely rare disease, frequently coughing up blood and requiring transfusions to survive. My blood type was one in a million—a perfect match. The Mercers were a very traditional family. To them, daughters were merely tools for marriage alliances. As long as they looked presentable and didn’t embarrass the family, whether they lived or died wasn’t particularly important. Flora was eventually acknowledged and brought back. Her biological parents, Reuben and Corinne, half-heartedly prepared a family dinner as a welcome-home gesture. I glanced at the dining table—it was loaded with all of Cedric’s favorite dishes. Flora had already been taken to change clothes. She’d shed her faded school uniform and was now wearing an elegant lotus-yellow designer dress, looking so bright and radiant that you couldn’t tell she’d ever lived a hard life. Except when she sat on the velvet cushioned chair, her legs were still spread apart in a rather bold and unrestrained posture. Corinne noticed and shot her a critical glance. “You’re a young lady. Sit properly, or people will laugh at you.” “Sylvie, teach her some manners. I don’t want people saying our family lacks breeding.” I frowned almost imperceptibly. I hadn’t expected her to be so harsh even with her own biological daughter. Flora shifted, her expression suggesting she was about to lose her temper. In the next second, I placed my hand on hers and gently shook my head. “Sylvie, did you hear me?” Seeing that I hadn’t responded, Corinne raised her voice in displeasure. “I understand,” I replied flatly. Throughout dinner, Flora kept shooting me questioning, probing looks. I continued eating calmly. Corinne spent the entire meal serving Cedric food and fussing over him. Meanwhile, her biological daughter, who had been neglected for over ten years and was finally brought home, received not an ounce of attention. As for Cedric, I don’t know what was wrong with him today, but he kept staring in my direction. I didn’t like his gaze—never had before, and even less so now. When he looked at me, it was like a hunter eyeing his prey, with that aggressive intensity of someone who was determined to get what he wanted. “Hey, Sylvie, why did you stop me earlier?” After everyone had left, Flora looked at me with confusion. I packed my school bag and said slowly, “I wanted some peace and quiet during dinner.” Flora seemed to be pondering the meaning behind my words. As I was leaving, I glanced back at her. “Let me give you some advice—don’t go head-to-head with her.” Flora stood there stunned for a moment. When she finally snapped out of it, she called out loudly to me as I was already walking away, “Are you going to school? Let’s walk together—” Flora and I weren’t in the same class. But I knew about her—she was a scholarship student who had tested into Pinecrest School. Not only was her tuition completely waived, but she also received additional monthly stipends based on her test scores.
But aside from being generous with money, this place wasn’t exactly friendly to scholarship students. Like most private schools, Pinecrest School had a strict hierarchical system. First tier was the upper-class elite, second tier was the nouveau riche, and third tier was scholarship students like Flora. And scholarship students got bullied here. Even so, the Mercer family never let me enjoy any first-tier privileges, let alone now… From the moment I stepped onto campus, I realized this probably wasn’t going to be a bright day. Hostile glances swept over me from my classmates. “Well, well, if it isn’t the fake heiress who got mixed up with the Mercer family.” “You’ve been hogging someone else’s spot all these years, so how does it feel now?” “Yeah, yeah, without the Mercer family, she’s dropped down to the same level as scholarship students.” “So does that mean we can…” “Hey, Sylvie, I heard Flora’s from an orphanage. You two switched identities, so how does it feel to be homeless now?” A girl wearing the latest Chanel and sporting red nail polish walked over, placing her hands on the desk in front of me and asking provocatively. I sat there unmoved. “I’m talking to you, Sylvie.” Tess Halden emphasized her tone. I looked up, meeting her gaze expressionlessly. “Don’t trouble yourself.” “Tch, what an act.” Tess said dismissively. She was about to say more when the class bell rang. She left with a parting shot: “I’ll come find you after school.” A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and I turned to look out the window. Fine, dense raindrops had already begun to fall. Sure enough, the weather wasn’t great today… In the girls’ bathroom. “Sylvie, you’re so pathetic. Otto doesn’t want you, so you go after Bram!” “What’s wrong? Are you that desperate for men?” “You think since you’re not a rich family’s daughter anymore, you can cling to Bram and hope he’ll protect you at school, right?” I let out a cold laugh. “Which one are you talking about?” Tess froze for a moment, then fury surged through her. She thought, “Sylvie actually has the nerve to dismiss my crush like that. Makes sense though—she’s just a vixen who seduces guys left and right.” She said, “A fake like you dares to be so arrogant.” Tess stepped back two paces, turned to beckon the girls following her, and said leisurely, “Tear up that face of hers.” “Let’s see how she seduces men after this.” The red-haired girl rushed forward and swung a slap at me. I dodged with a quick sidestep, grabbed her hair with my backhand, and yanked in the opposite direction. The girl immediately let out a piercing scream. The other girl with green hair saw things going wrong and charged forward too. Tess also joined in. I was quickly overpowered by them. The red-haired girl punched me in the stomach, then joined the green-haired one in restraining me. I fought back the urge to retch and stared at them defiantly. “I hate that superior look in your eyes.” Tess slapped my face viciously, then dumped a basin of water over my head. The icy water clung to my clothes, revealing the graceful curves of my body beneath the oversized T-shirt. Tess stared for two seconds, then said cruelly, “Strip her clothes off.” I clenched my fists, ready to fight them to the death. The next second, with a “bang,” a figure burst through the door. Flora grabbed the mop by the bathroom entrance and swung it at Tess. Tess cursed and dodged. Flora then made a move toward the two girls. They instantly released me and backed away in disgust. When Tess saw who it was, she frowned. “Flora?” “What do you want?”
“Are you okay?” she asked me softly. I shook my head. “Are you crazy, Flora? You’re actually helping her?” Tess said in disbelief. “She’s the one who took everything from you!” “Stop your annoying chatter. Who are you to talk?” Flora said impatiently. “Get out of here right now, and don’t you dare bother Sylvie again!” Tess’s face darkened. “Why should I listen to you?” Flora kicked open the bathroom stall door, grabbed the mop, and dunked it hard in the toilet several times. Then she raised the mop, waving it toward the three girls and shouting, “Get lost!” The three fled in panic. Flora put the mop back and washed her hands. She looked at me: “Are you really okay?” A cold breeze blew through, and I shivered. Flora took off her jacket and draped it over me, her eyes clear: “Want to talk?” “Your mom is absolutely unreasonable!” Flora said, then paused. “Does it offend you when I say that?” I shook my head, signaling her to continue. “A few days ago, she randomly dragged me to get blood drawn, and today she gave me half the day off, saying the household staff needed to teach me proper etiquette. That legendary father of yours—I haven’t seen him once these past few days. And that brother…” She commented sharply: “He looks completely drained, like he’s on drugs or something.” “I get goosebumps just looking at him,” Flora said, rubbing her arms as if still disturbed. I smiled slightly. Cedric did look pale and weak due to his illness, so she wasn’t wrong. “Bottom line—in the Mercer household, you’re the only one who seems normal.” I frowned: “Thanks?” “I have no feelings for them, and apparently they feel the same about me.” “Honestly, I came to the Mercer house for the money, but dealing with a bunch of lunatics is really tough.” “Harder than studying.” “So,” Flora said, “I’ll protect you at school, and you help me figure out what’s going on with the Mercer family. Deal?” “Deal,” I said. The house was empty except for the staff. I brought Flora to my room and locked the door. I took off my jacket and T-shirt, tossing them on the bed, and changed into a nightgown. Since it was early summer, the nightgown was short-sleeved. Flora saw the dense needle marks on my arms and gasped: “How did this happen?” I told her about Cedric. “You can’t stay in this house,” she said seriously. I remained noncommittal. Actually, I had tried to gather evidence and fight back, but Corinne was extremely careful and secretive—I still hadn’t caught her red-handed. She had packaged each of my blood transfusions as voluntary acts. “Let’s work together,” Flora said, extending her hand palm up. “We’ll make some money together, then run.” I chuckled softly and slapped her hand: “Okay.” Reuben and Corinne had an evening banquet and wouldn’t be coming home. I went to bed early, until loud knocking on my door woke me up…
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