Leopold’s words left Vivica speechless. After a moment, she retorted weakly, “…That’s different. We didn’t grow up with your sister. We had just met; the bond wasn’t there yet…”
“And the reason we didn’t grow up with her is because she was switched at birth by Honora’s mother,” Leopold countered. “Logically, we should have felt nothing but sympathy and a desire to make it up to Larissa. But we didn't. And now that we’ve lost everything, we still expect my uncles to treat us as if nothing has changed.”
Vivica fell silent. “Fine, fine, you’re right,” she said, her voice laced with frustration. “I was wrong, alright? Just stop bringing it up.” Then she added defensively, “We were deceived by Honora! At least I was home to greet your sister when she arrived. Finley didn't even bother to show up.”
Tired of his mother’s endless complaints, Leopold pulled out his phone, intending to browse the online discussions about the media event. He knew his sister must be the talk of the town.
He remembered adding her on Facebook and, though he held little hope, he opened the app. To his astonishment, she had accepted his friend request.
Leopold immediately put down his fork, set his sister’s contact as a favorite, and tapped on her profile to view her posts.
The latest post was a large group photo of her with Neville, Sapphira, and the entire Turner family. The image of their smiling, happy faces felt like a physical blow. He couldn’t even bring himself to like the photo.
Before this, his sister’s posts had been sparse and mostly related to medicinal herbs, with fewer than ten posts in recent years.
The first one, from four years ago: [Failed to cultivate the new herb again~ Oh well, time to start over!]
Six months later: [I knew I could do it! Success! Now to test its efficacy, though it’s not ready for mass production yet.]

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