The Real Heiress’s Sharp Words Unveil Her Pain Chapter 03

Chapter 3 A Convenient Fall
Noelle never expected me to press the point after proving I was right. She had even less expected to apologize to a country hick.
Seething, she turned to our parents. “Dad, Mom, look at how she’s treating me.”
They were quiet for a moment. They felt sorry for me, but they still couldn’t be harsh with Noelle.
Braxton took her side. “Let it go. It was just a misunderstanding. You two should get along.”
I arched an eyebrow. “That’s it? Back home, lying about someone meant kneeling for a whole day.”
Noelle snapped. “This isn’t where you came from! Why do you keep bringing it up?”
I shot back, “Fine, I’ll stop. You can go back there and see for yourself. It was supposed to be your home anyway.”
Noelle fell silent.
Alana quickly told her to apologize. Burning with humiliation, Noelle muttered a sorry and stormed off.
I watched her go without a care. I didn’t need her apology. Arguing was just a habit.
After we picked up my prescription and came home, I stepped onto the balcony for some air. Then I heard a thud.
Noelle had slipped into my room at some point. Right in front of me, she toppled over the railing and screamed.
“Aah! She pushed me!”
Jacoby raced into the garden below. His shrill voice rang through the house. “Dad! Mom! She pushed Noelle off the second floor!”
His shout brought everyone running. When Braxton and Alana saw Noelle on the ground, clutching her twisted ankle, they were beside themselves.
Noelle burst into tears the moment she saw them. “I thought my apology this afternoon wasn’t sincere enough, so I went to apologize again. I never thought she’d push me off the balcony. My foot hurts so much! I twisted it when I landed.”
My parents and Jacoby glared at me.
“You’ve gone too far! How could you do this?”
Jacoby jabbed a finger in my face and demanded that I be thrown out.
I calmly walked downstairs, glanced at her foot, and scoffed.
A flash of smugness crossed Noelle’s face, though she looked even more wounded on the surface.
Alana clutched her chest. “Your sister is hurt, and you’re laughing?”
I fired back. “I’m laughing because she’s too dumb to fake it right. Someone who gets pushed doesn’t get hurt in that spot. Only someone who jumps on purpose has time to adjust and land with just a twisted ankle.”
The family froze. Alana’s lips moved, and Braxton looked like he wanted to speak.
Jacoby was the one who finally asked, skeptical, “How would you know what it’s like to get pushed? Were you pushed before?”
I nodded as if it were obvious. “Of course. If you disobeyed, they shoved you off the roof. When you’re caught off guard, you always break a bone.”
Noelle clutched her leg, speechless.
Braxton and Alana cried out, rushed over, and hugged me, tears streaming down their faces.
But I looked straight at Noelle. “Back home, lying meant no dinner! They’d lock you up and starve you until you howled.”
“No!” Noelle panicked. Still holding her leg, she begged our parents.
This time their lips trembled. They looked at my crooked pinkie, and in the end, they said nothing in her defense.