I Know You Hate Me

What a clever plan. The corner of her mouth Lucille's mouth twitched and she sneered. "My surname is Jules, while yours is Johnson. We have nothing to do with each other. How dare you call yourself my sister?" Zoey's eyes darkened. In disappointment, she said, "Lucille, I know you hate me, but we grew up together. From the day Dad adopted me, we are sisters, whether you admit it or not." "It seems that you're thick-skinned, but you have a terrible memory," Lucille stated flatly. "I've severed my ties with your family, so stop trying to act like we're close. You sound ridiculous." "I know you're still angry, so let's not talk about that first." Zoey sat down and sighed, acting like a kind and tolerant sister as much as possible. Even the parents beside her shook their heads, muttering that Lucille didn't know what was good for her. Zoey added, "Lucille, the people who were sent to the detention center are all our classmates. Even if they have done something wrong, they recognize their m