Chapter 2 Resistance

Bridget Foster wore a venomous expression when facing Elinor Fernan, but as soon as she turned to Sylvia Fernan, her demeanor shifted entirely, transforming her into the picture of a loving mother. There was no way she would reveal her malicious side in front of Sylvia.

"Sylvia, you're up so early! Why not sleep a little longer?" Bridget said with a gentle smile.

Sylvia glanced at Bridget, then at Elinor, who was standing nearby, before responding, "I'm hungry, Mom. Is there anything to eat?"

Bridget shot a fierce glare at Elinor. "Did you not hear your sister say she's hungry? What are you standing there for? Go make breakfast right now!"

Sylvia seemed a bit confused; the wall clock in the living room clearly showed it was already 6:30 AM. Usually, breakfast would have been ready by now.

"Did Elinor not make breakfast today?" Sylvia asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Why should I make breakfast? Don't you have hands?" Elinor replied, her tone dripping with disdain. It was a testament to her restraint that she hadn't lunged at this mother-daughter duo yet.

Sylvia was taken aback, her innocent big eyes glistening with tears, clearly hurt by Elinor's words. "Elinor, how can you talk like that?"

The sight of her looking utterly heartbroken and fragile made it seem as if she had suffered a great injustice. In her past life, Elinor Fernan would have easily fallen for this act, always softening at the sight of her sister. But now, all she felt was irony and hypocrisy.

That saying, "A petty person is just being dramatic," was spot on.

"How dare you speak to your sister like that? Did you swallow your education?" Bridget Foster shouted sharply. "Apologize! Right now, apologize to your sister!"

As if!

Elinor Fernan rolled her eyes and smirked. Just as she was about to argue back, a thought struck her. "If you keep ruining my mood, I won't take the exam. I might as well skip high school and go find a job."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sylvia Fernan's expression changed dramatically. She quickly interjected, "Elinor, don't be impulsive! You're doing so well in school; how could you not take the exam?"

A mocking glint flashed in Elinor's eyes. "Mom is always yelling at me. I'm really not in a good mood right now. If I can't focus and mess up the exam, and then don't get into a good university, don't blame me."

A look of panic crossed Sylvia's face as she hurriedly replied, "Mom is just worried about you. You're her daughter; she wouldn't really yell at you." As she spoke, she shot a glance at Bridget Foster, hoping to convey a message.

"Mom, please say that you care about Elinor and that you're not really trying to scold her."

Elinor Fernan knew exactly what Sylvia Fernan was afraid of. If she didn't take the college entrance exam, with Sylvia's pathetic grades,there was no way she could get into a good university.

In her past life, she had successfully gotten into college, only to be replaced by Sylvia, who had stolen her identity. The memories of that betrayal flooded back, and the anger she felt was hard to suppress. She had worked so hard for so many years just to escape this home and change her destiny, only to have all her efforts turned into a joke at the last moment.

In this life, there was no way she would let Sylvia take everything from her. Dream on.

Bridget Foster held back her anger; she couldn't afford to offend Elinor at this moment. She forced a smile and said, "Oh, come on, which mother doesn't scold her child a little? You're just too good at holding grudges. You're my flesh and blood; how could I not care about you?"

Elinor almost burst out laughing at her mother's poor acting. Only someone as foolish as she had been in her past life would fall for such a performance. Acting? Please, anyone could do better. She quickly replied with a grin, "So, Mom, does that mean I don't have to cook anymore?"

Bridget Foster, suppressing her irritation, forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Of course not! I was just joking. Your studies are the priority. I'll handle the cooking for now. Just tell me what you want to eat."

"Sure!" Elinor Fernan laughed. "I want to eat soup dumplings filled with pork and mushrooms. Mom, can you make some for me?"

"Where would we even find pork and mushroom soup dumplings at home?" Bridget Foster's sharp voice cut in, clearly growing impatient.

"If there aren't any, then I won't eat. I can just go hungry. It's not a big deal; I can always do fewer questions on the exam," Elinor replied with a feigned look of regret.

Sylvia Fernan quickly grabbed Bridget's arm, urging her, "Mom, Elinor wants those dumplings. There are places nearby that sell them. Just go buy some for her."

"At least my sister cares about me," Elinor smiled, glancing at the clock on the wall. "It's only seven o'clock. I still have time to review some questions. Call me when breakfast is ready."

With that, she turned and went back into her room, closing the door behind her.

"This little brat is going to drive me crazy," Bridget huffed, venting her frustration.

Sylvia's eyes glinted with a hint of calculation as she comforted her, "Mom, don't let her get to you. You know the college entrance exams are coming up. Just let her focus on her studies."

Bridget scoffed, "Let her be arrogant for a few more days."

Inside the house, Elinor Fernan listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter, struggling to suppress the anger that bubbled up inside her. This mother-daughter duo was truly shameless.

Half an hour later, Elinor changed into her school uniform and walked out of her room with her backpack in hand.

The Su family lived in a two-story house with a private yard. The first floor had a living room and kitchen, along with Elinor's room. The second floor housed three rooms for Sylvia Fernan, Bridget Foster, and Joshua Scott, while another room served as a study.

For a long time, Elinor believed this house was assigned to Joshua Scott by the factory. It wasn't until just before her death that she discovered Joshua was merely a junior technician with a modest salary. There was no way the factory would allocate such a large house to him.

This house was actually given to them by her biological parents because Joshua raised their daughter. In addition to the house, her biological parents had also provided a sum of money to the Su family as Elinor's support over the years.

It was pitiful that in her previous life, she had been completely unaware of this. She had always thought the Su family was living comfortably because of Joshua's hard work, never considering that they were shamelessly draining her resources while cutting back on her living expenses.

This family were like vampires, brazenly occupying everything that belonged to her. Not only did they show no gratitude, but they also ruthlessly exploited her, ultimately leading to her demise.

Thinking back on those past events, Elinor Fernan felt a surge of anger rush to her head. She wanted nothing more than to rush at them and take them down with her, but reason told her that she couldn't act on those impulses. They had ruined her life, and she couldn't let them off so easily; they needed to face their consequences.

Bridget Foster looked up and spotted Elinor standing at the top of the stairs, her face dark with anger. Remembering Elinor's behavior earlier that day, Bridget felt her own temper flare. "You've got everything you wanted, so what are you still doing standing there?" she snapped, her voice sharp.

Under her breath, she muttered a few more insults, "Always wanting something, always needing something. Just a freeloader-how much money can they waste at home?"