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Chapter 125 - 0125 Your sister’s ability to attract fans is so strange_1
Chapter 125: 0125 Your sister’s ability to attract fans is so strange_1
Lucy Wood stormed out of the Wood Family’s house and ended up having a good cry.
After crying, she went shopping.
Shopping seems to be a woman’s natural instinct, but as she browsed through the mall, the clothes she picked out didn’t match her mature style. Instead, she kept asking Felicia Frost, "Do you think this suits Ellen?"
Felicia Frost: "... I thought you were shopping for yourself."
Lucy Wood: "Just killing time, and still quite pissed."
Felicia Frost couldn’t believe the Wood family’s attitudes: "Are you and Ellen really your parents’ biological children? How could parents say such things?"
Wearing her sunglasses, Lucy Wood’s face was expressionless: "Don’t think about it. When I was 18, I had the same thought and stole their hair for a DNA test. It turned out we are indeed their own. And Ellen’s face is obviously inherited from my mom. What’s so surprising about that? I’ve even seen on the TV news parents who have beaten their own daughter to death. Compared to them, I should be thankful that the Wood family at least spared Ellen and me our lives."
Felicia Frost: "..."
That’s some fucked-up truth right there.
There are just too many incomprehensible things in this world; with more people, you get all sorts of birds.
Lucy Wood thought about it: "We’re not originally from Water City. My grandfather came from a place with strong son preference. We haven’t gone back for many years. When I visited as a child, most families there had several daughters and just one son. Now that I think about it, it’s not strange at all for my family to be like this... It’s just..."
Just incomprehensible, that’s all.
She couldn’t fathom how Olivia Johnson and Daniel Wood, both highly educated, could still be so harsh on them.
Felicia Frost, fuming, said, "What era are we living in that they’re still stuck with this son preference? Are girls not better than boys? Look at your good-for-nothing brother, pampered by your family into what he is now, only knowing how to play games and nothing else. Your grandmother still covers for him. Education, what a joke. I remember recently when you asked him about his exams, he didn’t even pass, right? Next year your dad wants to send him abroad for further studies. I’m curious to see what kind of mess he’ll make."
Hearing about her family made Lucy Wood feel tightness in her chest from anger. She said, "Let’s not talk about it. It pisses me off every time... Do you think this color looks good on Ellen?"
Felicia Frost was a bit amused: "You don’t get along with the Wood Family, but you’ve gotten close to Ellen."
Lucy Wood sighed: "After all, she is my biological sister. After spending so much time with her, I know she’s not like the other Woods. Actually, she’s pretty nice. She didn’t grow up in such a terrible environment as the Woods’, she’s pretty good, just maybe lacking love and has had a hard time. She appears cold and indifferent, but I think she’s quite nice to me. After seeing her, my luck’s been good, too. Look, even a major production like ’People of the World’ has approached me..."
Felicia Frost: "..."
Attributing her success to Ellen wasn’t too far off the mark.
Before she could respond, Felicia Frost’s cellphone rang, and she walked away to answer the call. Lucy Wood continued to pick out clothes for her.
When Felicia Frost returned from the call, her expression was somewhat strange: "Your sister Ellen’s ability to attract fans is really weird."
Lucy Wood was somewhat surprised: "What happened?"
Felicia Frost handed her a cellphone: "Look at the messages in this group."
Lucy Wood took the cellphone, opened the WhatsApp group, and discovered it was a public relations group sending out Twitter messages about Ellen.
However, the summarized information was indeed a bit strange.
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