Chapter 2

Ms. Jenkins, the teacher in charge, was waiting at the school gate to welcome me.

When she saw me, she led me forward without a word.

"The welcoming ceremony is ready. All the students are waiting for you in the auditorium. Hurry up."

I was puzzled.

"A ceremony specifically for my transfer? That's not necessary, is it?"

No matter how much my dad donated to the school for me, it shouldn't involve putting me on such a public stage, right?

Ms. Jenkins sneered, saying with ill intent.

"It's precisely for you. Didn't you say you're Mr. Harrison's daughter? Oh, Miss Autumn."

Then, without further explanation, she pushed me onto the auditorium stage.

The students below began whispering among themselves.

"Is that the imposter claiming to be a Harrison? She's just... average, right?"

"She's not even half as pretty as Skylar, and doesn't have Skylar's class at all."

Hearing these comments, I frowned, then composed myself and spoke with poise and confidence.

"Thank you all for holding this welcoming ceremony for me. As you can see..."

Then I introduced myself.

The whispers below grew louder. Suddenly, there was a commotion, and a girl stood up.

She stood in the spotlight, looking up.

"Autumn, if you're Mr. Harrison's daughter, then what am I, Skylar?"

Her features were so familiar it gave me a jolt.

Wasn't this the girl in the photo with my dad, the one who looked almost exactly like him?

How dared she be so certain, challenging me in front of the entire school?

My gaze was drawn to the collar of her school uniform.

That light pink shirt, with a tiny embroidered orange stitched on the collar, was incredibly familiar.

It was the one I once treasured so much but had lost!

My heart clenched with anger. What was going on?

"Where did you come from? What is this all about?"

My voice, frantic over the mic, turned the entire crowd against me. The air filled with their immediate, roaring accusations.

"Skylar is an excellent student here. Everyone knows how much her dad loves her. How could anyone impersonate her?"

"No wonder Skylar called everyone to the auditorium. This imposter is shameless. How can Skylar fight her alone?"

Skylar smiled triumphantly. She walked onto the auditorium stage.

"Everyone knows my dad donated the library for me. He treats me like the apple of his eye. How could he bear to see me sad?"

"To whatever sister has appeared, I advise you to stop here. Stop coveting other people's happiness."

As soon as she finished speaking, her supporters immediately swarmed me like wolves sniffing blood, aggressively confronting me.

"I wonder if she's an orphan, coming here to claim a dad and a mom. Her skin is thicker than a city wall!"

"Says she's a Harrison heiress? Doesn't she see how Skylar looks exactly like Mr. Harrison? How does she resemble him at all?"

"Skylar already said Autumn is only half a year younger than her. Even if Mr. Harrison cheated, Autumn would at most be an illegitimate child, not fit to be seen!"

Everything they said was twisting the truth. My blood relationship with my dad was beyond doubt, and he and my mom were legally married.

"Do you have any proof for what you're saying? David Harrison is my biological father. I am his legitimate, biological daughter!"

I flipped through all the photos of me and my dad on my phone, displaying them for everyone.

They merely scoffed.

"Photo editing technology is so advanced these days. I could say I'm Mr. Harrison's son, and I could photoshop as many pictures as you want."

"Please. Genes don't lie. Skylar's identity is practically written on her face. What do you have to show? A paternity test? You'd be lucky to even get to see Mr. Harrison!"

Skylar smirked, mocking me.

"Who do you think you are, trying to claim my dad with a few photoshopped pictures?"

I felt dizzy. I didn't know what Skylar was relying on, but she was completely turning the tables on me.

Seeing her smug, ready-for-anything look, I was beyond furious.

"You're impersonating me and blowing things up this much. What exactly do you want?"

Skylar angrily pushed me, saying each word clearly.

"To reclaim what's rightfully mine, of course!"