Chapter 3: Scary conspiracy

Arriving at home Emy ran up to Emily's room but did not find her sister, when she turned around and saw the blueprint on the table, she smiled dangerously and took it away.

Emily returned no longer found the blueprint she had placed on the table.  She just found out on television that a contest for building designs is being held, whether professional or not, just passing the preliminary round will continue to the next round. This was a one-of-a-kind opportunity so Emily didn't want to miss it, but now that her best design couldn't be found, where would she go to compete. Time is in a hurry, what do you need to prepare in time.

Up until now, the people in this house have not been interested in it, they even consider it as trash, or anyone who enters her room finds it too itchy to take it away and throw it in the trash.

Thinking that, Emily immediately ran to the bin to look, but she was one step late, the garbage truck had already taken the trash today. She had just had a little hope, but now it was mercilessly extinguished, the whole family hated her, now even god hates her?

No matter how unfair things were to her, she couldn't give up so easily. So Emily worked all night to draw another masterpiece, and it was not until early in the morning that she was able to take a short nap when Mrs. Oort called up and down to make breakfast.

After serving everyone, Emily secretly sent the drawing to the other program, her efforts were hoped to be rewarded, her job now is to wait for the results to be sent.

The whole day with her chores began and when she ended, she wanted to lay back in bed when her mother's sour voice spoke again.

"Emily, she doesn't care about the sky as much as that one, come down here for me."

Isn't she afraid that her future son-in-law will think badly of her, but her mother used that tone? You've done everything she asked, and yet she's still upset about something.

Emily didn't dare to hesitate, so she threw her legs around her neck and ran downstairs.

"Is there something you need me to do?" Emily's eyes glanced slightly behind Mrs. Oort, her sister's fiancé was still there, but his face looked strange.

"Did you text Uncle Jack? Even if he's going to be your brother-in-law, you still have the nerve to ask him?" Mrs. Oort's question asked but in fact was slandering this useless daughter, who can't do anything right. The daughter she and her husband loved, who seemed to be about to catch gold, turned out to be a pile of rusty iron.

What texting? What quote? Do you know what happened?

Emily's forehead creased because she didn't understand what was going on, she didn't even have time to pick up the phone.

"What are you talking about? I'm not that kind of person." If she was in that category, wouldn't she be treated like that?

"I dare to deny it. So is this my phone number? Tell me, am I not being nice to you and I'm doing these things to my sister?" Emy tried her best to put on a heartbroken, shocked face that she couldn't believe her sister was like that, but it was all part of her plan to push Emily out as a substitute. She's plotting a creepy plot.

What is this? The message was indeed her phone number, but she didn't write those words. I don't even know the person's phone number.  Emily lost her temper a little, how to explain this is not her doing?

"You and mom have to believe me, I really don't do these things, and I don't know why my phone number is here." People don't think of her as anything but in this case they just need to believe her.

Emily doesn't know that the two people in front of her are trying to harm her, she is just a pawn for them to take advantage of, letting her carry the crime of robbing her sister's husband.

"Trust you? That palpable proof tells others how to believe you. I've always known you're jealous of what your sister has, but it's trying to get those things, not stealing. You won't snatch it from a loved one like you." Mrs. Oort showed great disappointment, along with her disgusted look at Emily.

"Is that so? Hate you that much?" Emy turned to Jack, eyes filled with tears as if about to cry, resolutely continued: "I can give you anything but him. If you dare to do that again, don't blame us for not being friends anymore more sisters."

This matter, Emily couldn't explain it even if she took care of her mouth. Oh no, she saw something different in this, normally Emy wouldn't say sisters to her, now why suddenly changed like a rice paper flipping. Is there something wrong here?

"I'm not going to rob any of you. Neither was it before, nor is it now."  Emily turned her eyes to the man still sitting there, his eyes deep as if he was thinking about something.  Whatever it was, she couldn't let herself be misunderstood: "As for the other text I can swear I didn't."

Anyone texting their soon-to-be brother-in-law? If so, that person is not her.

Of course, Emily's words can't make Jack trust, instead of believing that the person he just met hasn't even spoken three sentences, he believes in the girl he chooses no more. Besides, no one would slander her if she didn't do it, that's why people say there's no smoke without fire.

"You'd better stop playing tricks. If you still value your relationship with your sister, then live well." Jack's words are full of threats that make the listener shiver, he says he can do it, so don't touch the person he loves. I never forgive.