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Chapter 49

“Quinlyn, you are truly remarkable. I bet that once you present your paper, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson will favor you over

Harriet,” Mandy encouraged, trying to lift Quinlyn’s spirits.

In the car, Mandy’s face was scrunched up, as though Quinlyn’s lack of affection was also her own struggle.

Children naturally vie for attention, and siblings can especially compete for parental love. Quinlyn, being an orphan raised in hard circumstances, didn’t really show those tendencies.

She simply wanted to finish her assignments without drawing attention to herself.

As they approached the restaurant, Quinlyn listened to Mandy’s suggestions. A sign on the steps announced the celebration of Harriet’s college admission. Today, Maurice had booked this fancy place just for Harriet and her classmates and teachers.

The upper floor was packed with parents, including some who were trying to win Maurice’s favor with praise for Harriet during their toasts.

“Oh my, Harriet truly is the child of a distinguished parent. Just look at the advantages in her genes, being Mr. Anderson’s daughter,” one parent exclaimed.

“Absolutely, you can see Harriet’s beauty comes from Tina,” another added.

Such comments circulated at the party. Some parents, who were aware of the truth, snickered at the misguided compliments, while others spotted Quinlyn in a corner and whispered sympathetically.

Despite winning over most of the people at the previous party, Quinlyn still lagged behind academically. The Anderson couple, however, seemed completely oblivious to their biological daughter, treating her as if she didn’t exist.

Mandy’s keen sensitivity meant she picked up on these comments fast. Hearing them made her angry, and she grabbed Quinlyn’s hand, insisting, “We should join them.”

in facing Eugene, Mandy walked with confidence, much like her dad, Claude. As Quinlyn was pulled along, a meatball rolled off her plate and onto the table.

a bit disappointed, Quinlyn glanced at it and gently pushed Mandy back down, saying, “The food

the food,” Mandy

shoulder and replied, “I don’t like being

cheeks turning bright red before she stammered, “W–What do you want to

only ten years old, Mandy’s well–fed frame made her clearly taller.

had been using up so much energy that she felt not just tired but especially hungry; mealtime felt like a race

sparkled with concern as she kept adding more dishes to Quinlyn’s plate, exclaiming, “Eat slowly;

fidget, gathering together to play. Two parents chatted while keeping an eye on their kids, occasionally glancing at the table at

befriended–the head of DigitalKey Group, Warren Sullivan, and he’s

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such

DigitalKey Group has been

is a lucky charm; no wonder Mr. Anderson

Quinlyn’s table for her to overhear their

be recovering well. After confirming this, she returned her focus to her meal

speak to the Anderson couple.

moment her name was mentioned, a hush fell over the

Romilly and said, “If Quinlyn misbehaves, please don’t hesitate

to change

struggles in school are directly

up, pondering for a moment before saying, “If

caught off guard. ‘Isn’t Quinlyn the biological child of the Anderson family

through, Tina quickly responded, “Yes, Quinlyn is quite challenging to teach. We often have Harriet look