Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“No need,” dismissed Charmine, “it was only a few

photographs anyway. Are you that tired from just

that? I’m not as pretentious as you.” With that,

Charmine stood and went to the nearby water

dispenser for a glass of water.

Tiffany was initially relaxed in her corner, but

Charmine’s answer soured her mood in a n instant.

Her face went red with embarrassment, but as she

remembered she was the top model, she instantly

recollected her cool.

She took this opportunity and said, “Oh, I’ve been

useless as an older sister. All these years at home,

Mom and Dad had never let m e lift a finger. They

were worried that I’d hurt myself, and that’s why I’m

so spoilt now.

“I admire you, dear sister. You’ve had the opportunity

to work hard on your own. Unlike me, even when I

walk down the road, someone will always hold the

umbrella for m e. Whatever I want to eat, Mom and

Dad will have it prepared for me right away. I’ve told

them before that they should treat you better, that

you could be their biological daughter! What do you

think they’d say to that?” At this point, Tiffany

purposely left it unfinished like a riddle.

Charmine completely ignored her and focused on

drinking her water.

Without relent, Tiffany added, “Mom and Dad said

you were never close to them ever since you were

young, and they never liked your temper or

personality. Even if you were their biological

daughter, they’d still like me the best.” Tiffany’s

sweet, soothing voice carried a clear warning. Even if

Charmine unraveled the truth about everything, what

could she do about it? Even if she told everyone, no

one would like her.

Charmine did not get the chance to speak before Aunt

Cherrie suddenly arrived.

“Ms. Tiffany, it seems my guess was right about you

being here. Mrs. Jordan heard that you’ve been

working hard on a magazine photoshoot for the

whole afternoon. She was so worried about you,

hence she specially prepared some ambrosia and

asked me to deliver it to you.”

“Mrs. Jordan treats you really well Tiffany,” came

Veronica’s offhanded comment as she meaningfully

raised her brows at Charmine. Veronica received the

gold-plated container t o hand it over to Tiffany.

“Give it to my sister,” said Tiffany. “She has never had

ambrosia made personally by our mom.”

“Well, you have a point. Our Tiffany has had i t more