Illeana wore a custom ivory dress, her long hair falling loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes were slightly red at
the corners, giving her a fragile, delicate look.
If it had been anyone else in her position, the class might have rushed to take her side, directing their
resentment toward Alessia. After all, Alessia had spent years living as the heiress, while the real daughter had
who knows what kind of life before returning to the Tate family. It was easy to imagine yourself in lleana’s shoes
and feel indignant on her behalf.
But when Ileana finished speaking, the classroom remained silent.
Illeana lowered her head, biting her lip and clutching the hem of her dress. From the outside, she looked for all
the world like a lost, helpless waif. Yet the strange hush lingered, heavy and unbroken.
Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by the sharp sound of clapping.
All eyes turned to Alessia. She smiled, her gaze locked unflinchingly on Illeana standing at the front.
There was an undercurrent between them, but outwardly, both wore calm masks.
“Oh, | didn’t realize you were here too, sister. Please take care ofin the future,” Illeana said, as if only now
noticing Alessia.
Alessia arched an eyebrow, pretending to ponder for a moment before speaking with mock confusion.
“I have three older brothers and a younger brother. But... | don’t recall ever having a
sister.”
Ileana froze, her face stiffening. She ducked her head, and when she looked up again, her eyes brimmed with
tears. Wrapping her hands together, she seemed utterly lost and pitiable.
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Behind Alessia, Pierce struggled to hold back a laugh and gave her a discreet thumbs-up.
Everyone in the room cfrom good families and had seen all kinds of people. lleana’s little performance
didn’t fool them; if anything, they found it mildly entertaining. No one bothered to call her out.
Who was the real daughter, and who was the imposter? It didn’t really matter. What
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mattered was whether a person had any value. Alessia might not be a Tate by blood, but if Ileana wasn’t, she
was nothing at all.
These kids were sharp-one comment, a single gesture, even a look, and they could. read each other like open
books. Someone like Ileana didn’t even require much effort to figure out.
They respected Alessia, but not because of the Tate name. Everyone knew the real heirs were the two Tate
brothers. Even if Alessia was part of the family, so what? What mattered was her own capability and strength-far
more important than pedigree.
They were all convinced Alessia would succeed at whatever she chose. That made this the perfect tto get in
her good graces. If Ileana thought that just becoming the “Tate heiress” would make everyone fawn over her,
then their families truly had
fallen low.
“Alright, that’s enough introductions. Find a seat,” the homeroom teacher said, sensing the tension and quickly
waving lleana to her desk.
“Thank you, sir,” Ileana replied, voice trembling just enough to reinforce her image as the delicate victim.
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Alessia didn’t bother to dwell on it. Ileana wasn’t worth the trouble. If she wanted to keep up this act, Alessia
would let her.
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