Part 1The Scroll of Opinions

For fifteen years at the orphanage, I lived a quiet life. My younger sister was adopted by a wealthy socialite, while I was taken in by the dorm matron. The day the adoption papers were signed, a line of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[The sister doesn't know, does she? After she was taken in by the rich family, everyone looked down on her, and she ended up fighting dogs for food.]

[The older sister has a better fate. Although she was adopted by the dorm matron, she met Mr. Brooks, the richest man in Port City, by chance and was later spoiled rotten by him.]

[This is why it's better to marry well than to be born well.]

My sister suddenly rushed to the dorm matron, sweetly calling her "Mommy."

That's when I knew. My sister could see the pop-up text too.

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"Sister, you've always taken care of me since we were little. This time, you should go and enjoy life with the Sterling family." My sister, still wearing the white dress she'd put on specifically to impress the wealthy Sterlings, now affectionately held the dorm matron's hand.

I watched the floating text appear before my eyes.

That's when I knew. My sister could see the pop-up text too.

The sudden switch of children, both already chosen by their respective families, left the orphanage director in a difficult position as she consulted both parties. My sister, terrified that the dorm matron wouldn't agree, sweetly called her "Mommy," melting the matron's expression.

On the Sterling family side, Mrs. Sterling remained silent, making a phone call. Half an hour later, a young man, roughly my age, stepped out of a Rolls-Royce. He wore a casual black outfit, a brand I didn't recognize, but it screamed expensive. His gaze darted between my sister and me, as if comparing two pieces of merchandise.

I pursed my lips and smiled at the young man. He snorted. "Just her, then. She's not as pretty as Sophie, but she looks more obedient."

The floating text above his head scrolled again.

[The Sterlings just want a plaything for their son, Greg. The older sister is in for a hard time.]

[The younger sister is smarter, giving up immediate temptation for a better future.]

My sister smiled triumphantly. Her "Mommy" calls to the dorm matron grew even more affectionate.