Watching this unfold, Kirsten’s frustration only intensified.
She knew that no matter what she said now, her parents would only see her as unreasonable. They were blinded by the joy of finding their lost daughter, solely focused on compensating Gladys, with no regard for her own feelings.
“Fine, I’ll let her have it.”
Kirsten took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and hurt inside her. “She can have the room. I have no objection,” she said calmly.
She didn’t want to argue with her parents anymore, nor could she stand to look at Gladys’s pitiful act. Since they clearly didn’t care about her feelings, there was no point in clinging to that room.
Hearing this, her mother’s expression softened. “That’s more like it. A family should be considerate of one another.”
Gladys also managed a small smile, saying to Kirsten, “Thank you, Kirsten.”
Kirsten ignored her. Without another glance at her parents, she turned and walked straight up the stairs.
She didn’t go to the guest room. Instead, she went to the study.
There was a sofa bed in the study. While not as comfortable as her room, it would at least offer her some peace and quiet for a while.
She stepped into the study and shut the door, closing off the sounds from downstairs. Leaning against the door, Kirsten slowly closed her eyes.
A tide of hurt and disappointment washed over her, making it hard to breathe.
She had always believed she was her parents’ only daughter, the apple of their eye. But now, it seemed that was just wishful thinking. A sister who had appeared out of nowhere had easily stolen her parents’ attention, her room, and her memories.



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