Of course Lisette remembered exactly how she used to get under Calliope’s skin back in the day.
But hearing Calliope's words now? She felt her face flush green with embarrassment.
She didn’t dare throw a tantrum, though. She understood perfectly well: if you were the favorite, you could get away with a little drama, and people would rush to comfort you. But if you weren’t? Any attitude just made everyone annoyed with you.
So Lisette just forced a smile and said lightly, “Oh, that’s on me. No big deal. I mean, I’ve already had family photos taken before, but Callie’s never had the chance. She totally deserves it.”
“After all, I’m not really family. People should care more about Callie anyway.”
She smiled again, playing the same old game. Usually, this kind of self-pity would have everyone rushing to her side, showering her with sympathy, and then they’d all turn on Calliope, scolding her for being unkind.
But this time... nothing. No one took her side.
Even Silas, sitting nearby, looked straight at her and asked, “So, is this what you used to do? Always playing the victim and getting my wife in trouble with the family?”
“What’s your point with all this? Are you saying the Jewell family never treated you right? You think we all owe you something? That just because you were adopted, everyone should bend over backwards for you?”
Silas’s words were sharp as a knife.
Lisette’s cheeks burned and she couldn’t say a word.
After a tense pause, she took a deep breath and managed, “That’s not what I meant at all, Mr. Myers, you’ve got it wrong!”
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