The Babysitter's Daughter is Delusional

The nanny's daughter, Cameron Diaz, harbored a strong delusion that she was my father Jackson's biological child.

She planned to expose the truth at my comingofage ceremony and reclaim everything she believed was rightfully hers.

So, in a bid to be helpful, I tracked down her longlost father.

The shock on everyone's face when they saw him was palpable; it was as if their jaws had dropped.

.....

On Cameron's first day moving into our home, I felt an immediate sense of hostility from her.

Despite being the nanny's daughter, she carried herself with an air of arrogant superiority.

As soon as she walked in, she dumped her bag on the floor and looked at me with disdain.

"You, get my things sorted quickly. I want the master bedroom upstairs.

"And since it's my first day here, a welcome dinner at a fivestar restaurant is in order. Are you even listening to me?"

I glanced at Uma Diaz, the nanny, who looked uncomfortable and quickly intervened.

"Cameron, cut it out! Sorry about this, Ms. Fox, my daughter has lived in the countryside all her life and lacks proper manners."

I gave a polite nod and studied Cameron closely.

Her skin was darkened from years of sun exposure, and her hair was withered from the harsh elements.

She wore a threadbare checkered shirt and patchedup cotton pants, which spoke volumes about her rural background.

In contrast, I was dressed in sleek, understated luxury, my skin glowing from careful maintenance.

Cameron glared at me, clearly irritated. "What are you staring at?"

I chuckled lightly, ignoring her and addressing Uma.

"Uma, my dad and I agreed to let your daughter stay here because you said she wanted to focus on her studies for senior year.

"But we won't tolerate any rudeness. I'm overlooking her attitude this time, but please ensure she follows the rules."

Uma nodded vigorously and pulled Cameron away.

Despite her displeasure, Cameron had no choice but to settle into her mother's room.

That was just the beginning.

At dinner that evening, Jackson came home from work, and the atmosphere at the table was warm and cheerful.

Yet, Cameron kept making a scene, deliberately creating noise to draw attention.

She would cough loudly or stand in the corner, staring at us, making everyone uncomfortable.

Jackson, taken aback, asked, "Is this Uma's child?"

Cameron, called out by name, immediately pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Jackson.

"Hello, I'm Cameron. I've lived in the countryside all my life, and it's my first time in the city. I hope I won't cause any trouble.

"I want to thank you for letting me attend a private high school and for creating such a wonderful opportunity for me."

Jackson, always kindhearted, smiled at her politeness, saying, "It's nice to meet you. During this senior year, work hard with Megan and aim for good universities."

But then, Cameron suddenly said something that left us both stunned.

"You're being so nice to me. It must be an instinctive reaction, right?"

Jackson and I exchanged a bewildered look.

Cameron paused, her eyes welling up.

"I heard you're allergic to seafood. I am, too.

"It's really ingrained in our genes, isn't it? It can't be changed."

With that, she wiped her tears and walked away, leaving Jackson and me utterly confused.

I was Megan Fox, the only child of my parents and the future heir to the Fox Group.

Unfortunately, my mother passed away due to illness, and Jackson, focusing on his career, had hired a nanny to take care of my daily needs.

Uma had been working as a nanny in my house for twelve years, and she had done her job dutifully.

She mentioned that her daughter Cameron was the same age as me and that we were now classmates.

Uma had moved her over here because Cameron was an exceptional student.

Uma hoped to see her daughter excel and had even begged Jackson for a long time, showing him Cameron's report card.

Jackson, feeling sympathetic, had used his connections to transfer Cameron to my private high school.

He also arranged for Cameron to stay with us before the SATs so Uma could accompany her.

To please me, Uma had suggested that Cameron's excellent grades meant that we could look out for each other and work hard together.

However, Cameron had been consistently cold and sharptongued towards me since she arrived, but she was always sweet and accommodating around Jackson.

At this moment, in the living room, Jackson was engrossed in financial reports on the sofa.

Cameron walked over, handed Jackson a hot coffee, and cozied up next to him.

I watched this unfold from the side, arms crossed, enjoying the spectacle.

Jackson, feeling uncomfortable with the close proximity, instinctively shifted away.

"Cameron, don't sit so close, it's too hot," Jackson said.

Cameron looked a bit awkward, then shot me a discontented glance and muttered, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying at this hour?"

I raised an eyebrow. "It's my house, why should I report to you what I'm doing?"

Cameron looked embarrassed, then turned to Jackson. "Mr. Fox, I heard you're not just allergic to seafood but also can't handle spicy food?

"I've never been able to handle spicy food since I was a kid. Isn't it a bit of a coincidence, Mr. Fox?" Cameron persisted.

Jackson seemed puzzled but, adhering to his good manners, could only chuckle awkwardly.

Undeterred, Cameron continued, "Mr. Fox, your eyes and nose look quite a bit like mine. Don't you think we could pass for father and daughter?"

I suddenly understood.

Cameron was trying to get close to Jackson.

But the situation was extremely awkward.

Jackson, who was handsome when he was young, didn't resemble Cameron at all, who was tanned and skinny.

The traits she mentioned were quite common.

Jackson and Cameron didn't look alike in the slightest. Instead, Jackson and I resembled each other more closely.

Jackson probably sensed the slight and was growing irritated.

"You should be doing your homework now. Go on, I'm heading back to my study.

"Get some rest too, Megan," Jackson said kindly, patting my head.

I noticed Cameron's envious gaze.

Once he left, only Cameron and I were left in the living room.

I let out a scoff.

Cameron immediately dropped her pretense. "Megan, don't get too smug. It's obvious that I'm dad's real daughter.

"I realized the truth when my fake mom brought me here. Only Dad is still in the dark!

"I've let you steal everything from me all these years without making a fuss. But you better watch out—if you don't leave voluntarily, I'll make sure you regret it!"

I was taken aback by her outburst.

I thought, "Could this be some sort of delusion? How did she become a top student with such a mental state?"

I wasn't in the mood to play along. "You should see a therapist. Uma has worked hard to raise you. I'd hate to see her upset."

With that, I got up and left, leaving Cameron fuming in the living room.

I planned to tell Uma about this so she could address Cameron's issues.

However, considering Uma's situation, I decided not to tell her.

After all, we were in our senior year of high school, and maybe Cameron was just cracking under the pressure of studies.

I quickly pushed the incident to the back of my mind.

Little did I know, Cameron's antics only escalated from there.

Every day, I had a driver pick me up for school, and everyone at school knew about my family's status.

In this elite private school, most students came from affluent backgrounds, with connections among families.

Recently, Cameron started accompanying me to and from school, which puzzled everyone.

They asked, "Megan, are you and Cameron related?"

Before I could respond, the sharpeared Cameron slammed the table and cursed, "Who's related to her? She's a fake!

"I'm enduring all this for the sake of SATs. After SATs, just wait. I'll make everyone know the injustices I've faced over the years and how you've shamelessly taken everything from me!"

She ranted, then broke down in tears at her desk, startling the whole class.

Everyone around us started to whisper among themselves, speculating about the relationship between her and me.

I was furious this time and grabbed her by the hair.

"There's a limit to your audacity. Slandering others carries legal consequences!"

But Cameron continued crying and even tried to hit me.

Could I tolerate this? I engaged in a scuffle with her, drawing the attention of the teacher.

After a scolding from the teacher, we were tasked with writing reflections to be signed by our parents.

That evening, Jackson happened to be at home.

Cameron immediately rushed into Jackson's arms, sobbing, "Mr. Fox, Megan bullied me!"

Jackson looked puzzled, glancing at me.

I gave him a knowing look, and he understood.

He thought, "My daughter bullying someone? Not being bullied is already a good thing."

With a reassuring pat on my shoulder, Jackson turned to Cameron.

She continued crying, her voice soft and pitiful.

"Mr. Fox, I never had a father to protect me since I was little.

"When I saw you, I felt a sense of familiarity and envy towards Megan. I just wanted to call you 'Dad' quietly, and Megan hit me.

"I won't dare to do it again. Please, Mr. Fox, don't send me away, please?"

I thought, "What a distortion of truth."

But before I could speak, Uma seized the opportunity to intervene, quickly comforting Cameron and apologizing to me. "Ms. Fox, it's just that Cameron is naive and doesn't know any better. Please don't take it to heart. She lost her father at a young age, and with the stress of senior year, she may have unintentionally upset you.

"Mr. Fox, you can deduct more from my salary, or I can forgo this month's pay entirely. As long as Ms. Fox is appeased."

I narrowed my eyes, realizing I had underestimated Uma all these years.

Despite her usual meek demeanor, her words now clearly favored her daughter, subtly hinting at my supposedly unforgiving nature.

Uma's humble tone made me realize Jackson would likely give in.

After all, Uma had been diligent and loyal in our household for years, and Jackson wouldn't want to sever ties completely.

So, on the surface, he gave Uma some leeway.

I received the hint and smiled, saying, "Uma, forget about it. Cameron and I just had a disagreement, nothing serious."

Jackson also nodded.

"It's normal for kids to have conflicts, let's both take a step back. No more impulsive actions in the future."

As soon as these words left Jackson's mouth, Cameron probably thought he was siding with her, and a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes when she looked at me.

Little did she know, I was quietly scoffing at her ignorance of Jackson's true intentions.

That evening, Jackson called me to his study.

As my father, he trusted me. So he asked, "Did that girl say something at school that upset you?"

I smiled faintly, replying, "It's nothing, Dad, just a minor disagreement. I'll handle it."

Jackson smiled reassuringly, "I believe in you."

At that moment, Jackson was busy with a major project, and I knew he was overwhelmed. He had no time to meddle in our petty issues.

Revealing these trivial matters would only burden him.

Dealing with Cameron was a task I could handle alone.

So, I started investigating Cameron privately.

The private detective I hired found out about her past at a middle school in a small county.

Through various inquiries, he discovered that Cameron had a severe delusional disorder with a history of troubling incidents.

For instance, she once delusionally believed that the school heartthrob was in love with her and forced him to publicly admit it, tarnishing his reputation and leading to his withdrawal from school.

She also falsely claimed a familial relationship with the owner of a local convenience store, frequently stealing items and using the excuse of distant kinship to evade consequences.

After her reputation went down the drain, she started to fantasize that her desk mate was envious of her "beauty".

So, she teamed up with others to badmouth her deskmate. As a result, the deskmate suffered from a nervous breakdown and took a year off from school.

The evidence I uncovered left me shocked.

I wondered if Uma, who had worked in my household for years, was aware of her daughter's actions.

The next day, which happened to be a Saturday, I deliberately kept Uma occupied.

Cameron was busy pestering Jackson with questions while Uma was tending to the garden outside.

I discreetly installed a pinhole camera in Uma's bedroom and began eavesdropping.

By nightfall, everything seemed calm.

Cameron was serving coffee and water to Jackson, who initially hesitated but eventually accepted her help.

I felt displeased, my gaze turning cold.

Jackson immediately noticed and tried to reassure me.

"Kids from rural areas have had a tough upbringing. Look at her, all tanned and skinny with calloused hands.

"She's never learned proper manners. She told me she wants to be friends with you but is afraid you'll be harsh.

"Anyway, she'll stay with us until the SATs are over. Let's just be tolerant."

I smirked inwardly, thinking, "It seems that Cameron not only has a severe delusional disorder but also a manipulative personality.

Dad, if you truly knew her thoughts, you'd be shocked."

Cameron behaved obediently in front of Jackson, who now showed her some pity, making her feel superior.

That night, she barged into my room and sat down, crossing her legs.

"It's clear that Dad and I share a strong bond. In just a few days, he's already sensed our fatherdaughter connection.

"Megan, I don't know where you came from, but soon Jackson won't want you around. You should be grateful for my kindness, allowing you to stay in my house until the SATs are over!"

After she finished speaking, she arrogantly got up and left.

I wasn't in a rush to expose her.

Firstly, with the SATs approaching, I needed to focus on studying and avoid causing chaos at home.

Secondly, I needed to let her arrogance peak before watching her fall from grace.

At the same time, the private detective suddenly sent me a message.

It mentioned an accidental discovery about Cameron's biological father.

When I opened the folder, I was shocked.

I now held a lethal weapon to use against Cameron.

During this period, Cameron continued to act sweet in front of Jackson while subtly undermining me.

Jackson was busy with his business and seemed tired.

Cameron personally brought him a latenight soup to his study, reminding him to rest.

Her thoughtfulness made Jackson a bit embarrassed. "Cameron, you're a high school senior; studying should be your priority.

"This is something your mother can handle."

Cameron smiled, "Mr. Fox, you work hard to earn money. I live here, so I should contribute to your wellbeing.

"And my mom is getting older. I feel sorry for her. Shouldn't children be filial to their parents?"

Jackson nodded. "Cameron is indeed outstanding."

I rolled my eyes and then playfully approached Jackson.

"Dad, you've got white hairs! Let me help you with that."

After teasing him, plucking at his head of white hair, I sighed, "Dad, Mom used to tell you not to overwork yourself.

"It looks like I need to grow up quickly, take over the family business, and let you retire early and enjoy life."

Jackson burst into laughter, patting my head affectionately. "Of course, all this family business is for Megan. The burden on your shoulders will be heavy in the future."

We laughed together, but I couldn't resist shooting a provocative glance at Cameron from the corner of my eye.

Her face twisted with jealousy, her eyes turning bloodshot.

My gaze towards her said, "See? No matter how much you try to please, I can playfully pluck Dad's white hairs without consequences.

Because I am his true daughter."

As Cameron attempted to sow discord in our fatherdaughter relationship, I immediately intervened.

"I need to speak with Dad privately. Some matters are not for outsiders to hear. Could you step out for a moment?"

It was a command.

Naturally, Cameron had no choice but to leave, casting a pitiful look at Jackson before storming off.

Once she was out of earshot, I asked softly, "Dad, do you think I'm really your biological daughter?"

Jackson was taken aback. "Of course, who wouldn't see that we're cut from the same cloth? Why would you even doubt that?"

It was time to act.

With tears in my eyes, I played the recording of Cameron's conversation with me from the previous night.

"It's clear that Dad and I share a strong bond. In just a few days, he's already sensed our fatherdaughter connection.

"Megan, I don't know where you came from, but soon Jackson won't want you around. You should be grateful for my kindness, allowing you to stay in my house until the SATs are over!"

As Jackson listened, his expression grew increasingly grim.

I continued to drive the point home.

"Remember what happened at school? Cameron told the whole class she's your daughter, calling me a bastard. I almost believed it was true."

Jackson slammed the table in anger, exclaiming, "This is outrageous!"

He immediately stood up, intending to confront Uma.

I quickly held him back, explaining that it wasn't Uma's fault but rather Cameron's delusions.

I played the understanding card. "Uma has been with our family for so many years; it's not easy for her. I haven't even told her about Cameron's delusional behavior.

"In two more months, after the SATs, she'll leave our home. Let's not bother with her anymore," I added, trying to diffuse the situation.

Jackson looked at me with a pang of affection. "Ah, my daughter, always so understanding. I'll be more cautious in the future; Cameron is truly mentally unstable.

"And let's not allow her to ride in our family car anymore. Let her take the normal bus to school. Don't let her provoke you with her crazy talk."

I smiled; mission accomplished.

Jackson vowed to follow through.

The next morning, Cameron woke up early to prepare breakfast, serving Jackson food in a filial manner.

However, Jackson's expression was one of disgust, and he walked away without a word.

Cameron looked bewildered while I calmly enjoyed my breakfast.

As we headed to school, I boarded the car, and Cameron tried to follow suit.

Our driver promptly kicked her out, stating, "Mr. Fox said this car is exclusively for Ms. Fox's school commute. Find your own way."

Cameron was shocked, shouting at the driver, "Bullshit! My dad... Mr. Fox allowed me to ride in it!"

The driver coldly shut the door. "I don't know about that. I received instructions last night. Move along, don't block the way!"

With that, the car drove off, leaving Cameron in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Feeling relieved, I calmly focused on studying in the car.

Later, the bell had already rung, but Cameron was nowhere to be seen.

She arrived thirty minutes late and was promptly punished by the teacher to stand.

After class, Cameron stormed towards me, accusing me, "You bitch! What did you do? Why did Dad stop me from riding the car?"

I took a step back in surprise.

"What are you talking about? Who's your dad? How would I know why he stopped you from riding?"

Other students gathered around, questioning Cameron's motives.

She, redfaced and furious, warned, "I said this secret would be revealed after the SATs. Don't push me.

"If I reveal it now, you won't be able to handle it!

"And you, bunch of lackeys, stop groveling to Megan. You'll regret not standing by my side."

With that, Cameron stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her as if I had committed a heinous crime.

The classmates were left speechless, and I waved them off. "Let's disperse, let's disperse. She's the daughter of our maid, and her mental state is off.

"Let's treat this as a joke. I'll treat everyone to pizza at lunch."

The students dispersed, all agreeing that Cameron had some serious issues.

Back at home, Cameron persistently tried to approach Jackson.

He sternly ordered her out, not wanting to be disturbed while working.

He then called me over, "Megan, come to the study. My mood improves with you around."

I cheerfully walked to the study, telling Cameron to go out.

Cameron was on the verge of collapse. Later, as I returned to my room, I overheard her conversation with Uma.

"Megan, that bitch, what the hell did she do? Dad's ignoring me now!

"I swear, I'll kill that bitch! You gotta help me, once she's out of the picture, dad will have to acknowledge me!"

Uma, apprehensive, was petrified at the mention of murder.

"Cameron, stop living in a dream world. I've told you we have no connection to the Fox family. You're just my daughter.

"I went through so much trouble to get you into the Fox family, hoping you'd study hard and eventually join the Fox Group. They're a shrewd bunch. Mr. Fox is already fed up with you. If you can't learn to be discreet, they'll have no place for you."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Uma was more grounded than her delusional daughter.

But Cameron was defiant.

"Mom, you must be out of your mind. I am Mr. Fox's daughter. There must be something you're hiding.

"Megan is your daughter, right? I bet you swapped me with her when I was born. You and Megan teamed up to steal everything from me!"

Cameron's wild accusations almost made me burst out laughing.

I thought, "She must have watched too many soap operas! How dare she suggest a switchedatbirth scenario?"

Uma quickly interrupted, "Stop these thoughts!"

Cameron snapped, "I am not your daughter! I'm intelligent and accomplished. How could I possibly be a maid's daughter?

"You've been here alone and left me in the countryside for twelve years, just to control me, haven't you?"

Cameron's irredeemable delusions left me in awe.

The next day at school, I provoked her directly.

"You claim to be dad's real daughter, right? Show me a paternity test at least."

Cameron's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're feeling guilty, huh? You want me to get a paternity test? With all the similarities between me and Dad, even a fool would know I'm his real daughter!

"Since you're so persistent, I'll do it. Let's settle this once and for all."

I agreed with a smile and promptly headed to the hospital with our hair samples.

While waiting for the paternity test results, Cameron remained confident.

But when I presented the reports to her, she was dumbfounded.

"No way, why are you Dad's real daughter and not me?

"Cheating! You must have paid off the doctor to alter the results. These reports are mixed up!" Cameron accused.

I smirked. "Feel free to retest, but no matter how many times you do it, the result won't change."

Cameron argued cunningly, "Maybe Dad had two kids back then. You're just my younger sister, and I'm your real sister!"

I thought of something else.

So I said, "Cameron, Dad and I look so alike. Everyone has always acknowledged that.

"And you, being so ugly, how could you claim to be born by my parents, let alone be my sister?"

Cameron was fuming with anger.

"I'm tanned because I've been working in the fields since I was young. If I had your family's resources, I'd be fairer than you!"

Feigning surprise, I said, "Oh really? I should lend you some skin whitening products. Can't wait for you to turn fair and for dad to finally recognize you."

Satisfied, I nodded and ignored her clownish ranting.

Upon returning home, I found that Jackson unexpectedly arrived early.

There were numerous gifts for me on the table—elegant dresses, beautiful bracelets.

Most importantly, there was a guest in the house.

I was thrilled to see Vincent Stewart, my neighbor and older brother figure who had returned from studying abroad.

We had always had a close relationship since childhood.

Our families had been close for years, and Vincent used to joke that I'd be his wife when I grew up.

Now, he had grown into a tall, handsome man, already back from his studies with a successful business venture. He was like a real catch.

"Vincent, I've missed you so much!"

I rushed over, and Vincent warmly embraced me with a smile.

"I've missed you too, my Megan has grown so tall."

Jackson chuckled. "You see Vincent and forget about your old man."

I asked, "Are all these gifts from Vincent?"

Jackson nodded. "Yep, your comingofage party is coming up, and Vincent wants to throw you a bash. He's getting the best pastry chef in town to make your cake."

Cameron, who had been lurking in the background, muttered, "I'm an adult too, but I haven't had a comingofage party."

But the three of us were too engrossed in our conversation to pay her any mind.

I was basking in happiness, oblivious to Cameron's twisted face.

She was like a forgotten stray dog in the corner, growling and glaring, unwanted by anyone.

That evening, we invited Vincent for dinner.

After the meal, Vincent and I took a stroll in the yard. I needed to use the restroom, so I excused myself for a moment.

Upon my return, I found Cameron standing next to Vincent, who looked visibly annoyed while Cameron was rambling on.

I moved a little closer and hid behind a tree, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Cameron urgently said, "Vincent, I'm actually the real daughter of Mr. Fox. You should have grown up with me. Megan touched those gifts, and I found them dirty. Get me something else.

"Now that you know the truth, bring me home to meet your parents. Let's clear up this misunderstanding!"

Vincent rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Are you out of your mind? Does Mr. Fox hire a maid without investigation?

"And you look so swarthy, it's so dark out here, with that grimace on your face, I thought you were a headless ghost."

Those words shattered Cameron's facade.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In the next moment, Vincent noticed me and quickly took my hand, walking away while saying, "Megan, how did your family find such a weird servant? You should fire her. What a bad luck."

Cameron yelled, "Vincent, are you blind? You've been deceived by that wench. I'm the real heiress!"

As I left with Vincent, I turned to see Cameron's expression, but all I saw was darkness.

Later that night, as I was about to sleep, Uma knocked on Jackson's bedroom door in tears.

"Mr. Fox, please save my daughter. She's about to jump off the building."

I immediately stepped out of my room.

We followed Uma to the rooftop, where we saw Cameron on the edge, her leg dangling over the side, on the brink of falling.

As we approached, she cried like a broken soul.

"I don't want to live!"

Jackson was not pleased. "What's going on here?"

Uma pleaded desperately, "Mr. Fox, please, I'm begging you. Just stabilize Cameron's emotions first."

Cameron pointed at me, crying loudly.

"Why does she get a comingofage party? Why does she get to eat the best cake in town? I have nothing? I'm your daughter, not her!"

Cameron continued to scream hysterically, "I work so hard, and my grades are topnotch; why don't I deserve to be your daughter? Why do you hate me so much?

"I don't eat seafood or spicy food, I'm allergic to cat hair just like you. I'm your daughter by all means!"

Uma, seemingly afraid of Jackson's anger, quickly interjected, "Cameron, stop talking nonsense! Mr. Fox, I'm sorry, Cameron is under immense study pressure. She's got some mental issues, and she's tried to commit suicide several times.

"On account of us being a singleparent family, please forgive her. Promise to let her crash Ms. Fox's comingofage party!"

Jackson and I exchanged a glance.

If Cameron really jumped, it would be trouble for our family.

After all, it was the rooftop of our mansion.

Jackson sighed and asked for my opinion.

I calmly smiled, "Dad, just let her join the party as well. It's just a simple gathering; I'm inviting people anyway; one more won't hurt.

"Our family has sponsored many underprivileged students before. Consider her as your goddaughter, let's fulfill her dream."

After I spoke, Cameron started screaming again.

"I don't want your charity, I want Dad to personally host my comingofage party! I want him to escort me down!"

Jackson looked helpless.

But I nudged his arm, and he stepped forward.

After all these years of navigating the social scene, he knew the drill.

Right now, it was about calming emotions and preventing the situation from escalating.

Jackson had a good reputation in society. If Cameron fell down from our rooftop, it would surely tarnish his reputation.

Plus, our family's publicly traded company's stock was fluctuating. If news of this nature broke out at a critical time, it would be detrimental to Jackson.

Jackson guided Cameron away from the rooftop edge. Cameron looked at me triumphantly.

As she walked by my side, she leaned in and whispered, "I've won, you can't beat me."

I smiled.

Perhaps she didn't realize that insisting on cohosting a comingofage party with me would be the biggest mistake of her life.

After her suicide attempt, Cameron felt like she was part of the Fox family.

She insisted on staying in the luxurious bedroom next to mine, joining us for meals at the table with Jackson and me every day.

She changed into exquisite outfits, walking around with an air of superiority.

My classmates were puzzled and asked me privately what was going on.

Cameron jumped in, saying, "I'm now Arola City's richest man, Jackson Fox's daughter. Don't you believe!

"I'm treating everyone to a good meal today. Let's all go for tomahawk steaks at noon!"

Everyone was shocked.

"If you're Jackson's daughter, then who is Megan?"

Cameron smirked. "She must be my little sister; it doesn't matter, I don't care.

"From now on, I'm Cameron Fox. Got it?"

They all looked at her like she was crazy.

I remained calm and steady as a rock. The SATs were approaching, so I needed to focus on my studies.

At noon, Cameron took everyone out for steak, including me, thinking I'd foot the bill.

That day, though Jackson didn't say much, Cameron moved into a nice room, wore clothes, and ate, using my resources, but she had no money.

Jackson wasn't foolish enough to give her any.

All the money I spent naturally came out of Uma's salary.

Cameron, completely oblivious, began pursuing Vincent after putting on a show.

She demanded Vincent take her home and go on a date with her.

Vincent simply ignored her.

I couldn't do anything about it. Vincent was stubborn, and he didn't even know Cameron. Right now, he just thought she was a fool.

I explained the situation to Vincent, but he still didn't understand why I was putting up with her.

I smiled, "I have my reasons."

Unable to win over Vincent, Cameron turned her anger toward me.

"Don't get too cocky. When Dad announces me as his daughter at the comingofage ceremony, Vincent will be mine.

"It's like in novels—the main characters must be equals in status. Dad will only pass down the family business to me in the future!"

I sighed and looked at her, asking, "I'm a bit curious, you've been using so much of my skincare products, why is your skin still like this?"

Cameron hesitated for a moment, then pushed me in anger.

"Are the whitening products you gave me fake?

"No, give me the card, I want to go to the beauty salon for a whitening injection!"

I chuckled and handed her the card. After watching her leave, I turned back to focusing on my studies.

The SATs were just days away.

Cameron was originally a top student, ranking in the top ten in our class.

But now, she spent her days either at the beauty salon or loitering around Vincent's house, her mind completely off studying.

On the other hand, my grades were already good, and I was striving to study even harder.

I believed I could excel beyond expectations.

On the day of the SATs, the driver dropped both of us off at the testing center.

I was confident and felt lucky, finishing the test with a sense of assurance.

I waited for Cameron for a long time.

When she finally emerged, she had a mournful expression and burst into tears as soon as she got into the car.

I asked curiously, and she lashed out at me.

"What's the point of the SATs? I'm about to be the heir of the Fox family, not some testtaker. I don't care about these things!"

Well, it seemed she did quite poorly in the exam.

I shrugged, as it wasn't my concern.

After the SATs, Jackson and Vincent threw me a comingofage party.

I invited all my classmates.

In the bedroom, I was getting dressed in a formal gown.

Cameron barged in with Uma, ordering me around, "Take off that dress, I want to wear it!"

Uma, no longer pretending to be polite, now thought highly of herself and even tried to seduce Jackson for a promotion.

She calmly stated, "Megan, since Mr. Fox is going to recognize Cameron as his goddaughter, you two are now sisters. Listen to her.

"We are family now, so you should call me mom."

I smiled, "Sure, go ahead and wear it."

I took off the long pink dress and put on a black cocktail dress, completing the look with a diamond necklace my mom had left me.

The pink looked charming and cute on me, while the black added an elegant touch.

On Cameron's tanned skin, the pink just looked ugly.

Even Uma noticed, but Cameron was oblivious, thinking that whatever she took from me was automatically good.

Someone was called downstairs.

As I descended the stairs, my classmates applauded, and Jackson looked proud.

Vincent's eyes were filled with admiration.