Not My Brother's Keeper
Language: en
After finding out I was the fake heiress, I stopped following my brother around everywhere. I stopped clinging to him, stopped policing his friends. At first, my brother loved it. "Not bad, sis. Why are you so well-behaved lately?" Until three months later, when the real heiress returned home. I didn't cry or scream. I calmly suggested returning to my biological parents' home. My brother's face turned pale instantly. That night, his buddy tried to comfort him: "Since you can't bear to let your sister go, just marry her." My brother roared, "I'm not an animal!" His buddy asked…