The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 511

Chapter 511:

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Corrine harbored nothing but cold indifference toward her half-sister, Clarissa, refusing to participate in any semblance of a family reunion.

The Holland family had long since faded into insignificance in her life, becoming merely shadows of a past she’d rather forget.

Seemingly blind to Corrine’s frigid demeanor, Clarissa stepped forward with a radiant smile, attempting to bridge the gap between them with an outstretched arm.

Corrine executed a subtle sidestep, avoiding the contact while maintaining a facade of casual movement.

Undaunted by the rejection, Clarissa’s voice floated through the air like a warm summer breeze.

“Have you been well all these years?”

Met with silence, she pressed on.

“Dad has been so worried about you. You could come back home with us. No matter the distance between us, we’ll always be family, right?”

Corrine shook the lingering water droplets from her hands, meeting Clarissa’s gaze with a razor-sharp, mocking smile.

“Clarissa, we’re alone here. Why maintain this charade?”

Her expression carried an unmistakable undercurrent of disdain.

Some people recognized instantly upon meeting that they would forever remain at odds.

For Corrine, Clarissa embodied this truth perfectly.

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Their discord ran too deep for reconciliation, making peaceful coexistence under one roof an impossible dream.

Clarissa’s unwavering smile remained as she assessed Corrine.

“You’ve grown even more beautiful,” she observed, her smile deepening with calculated precision.

“No wonder you’ve attracted such an impressive boyfriend.”

Corrine’s brow twitched at the barbed comment.

The pattern had repeated so often that its beginning had blurred, leaving only a familiar numbness in its wake.

Their half-blood status explained their divergent preferences, yet the past painted a darker picture.

Years ago, when their father Dewey returned from abroad, he brought a limited-edition construction set and Clarissa’s favorite toy—a Barbie doll.

As the younger sister, Clarissa always claimed first choice.

Corrine had watched helplessly as Clarissa claimed the construction set she secretly coveted, only to extend a hollow invitation to share.

Corrine’s furious departure had earned her father’s harsh reprimand.

Clarissa’s appropriation didn’t end with toys.

She systematically claimed everything Corrine valued—desired clothes, new friendships—all while maintaining an air of innocent charm that masked her actions.

Through bitter experience, Corrine learned to mask her desires with practiced indifference.

Now, hearing Clarissa’s words, Corrine’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a glacial glint appearing in them.

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