The day my brother personally pushed me toward a thug, countless lines of floating text suddenly appeared: [The real heiress never framed the fake heiress!] [What kind of garbage plot is this? The whole family dotes on the fake heiress? Real heiress, wake up and take back what's yours!] That was the day I learned I was the cannon-fodder real heiress in a story where the whole family adored the fake one. In the original story, I fought the fake heiress with all my wits, only to meet a tragic end. After awakening, I gave up and went completely wild. My family doesn't like me? Whatever. The other students ostracize me? I don't care. But as I kept letting go, why did they suddenly start feeling sorry for me?
