“Me? Lying about what?” she responded in disbelief.

“That Mrs. Anderson only graduated high school. She holds a college degree, is a successful entrepreneur, and the CEO of a company involved in hospital food, which has been instrumental for our clinic.”

“CEO?” my sister exclaimed in shock, staring at me as if seeing something unbelievable.

My parents were equally astounded.

“Stop lying. She’s just a high school graduate. Are you saying she went to college behind our backs without us knowing?” my mother said accusingly.

“Yes, I did go to college. I was already an adult, and I had no obligation to report to strangers who are not my family,” I replied.

“What are you saying? How can you speak to your parents like that? We didn’t give you permission to go to college,” my father shouted.

“Why would I need your permission?” I calmly countered.

They could not hide their indignation.

After high school, I worked various jobs and saved a considerable amount of money. I used part of these funds to pay for college tuition. There was still so much I wanted to learn and pursue.

Living away from home, I enjoyed my freedom and was capable of anything. While in college, I started my own business. That’s also when I met my current husband.

Reflecting on this fills me with deep emotions.

Meanwhile, my sister was mumbling something with a pale face.

“I can’t believe it. I always thought she was the incapable and inept sister who couldn’t do anything by herself. That she would die somewhere after being expelled. Despite all that, she graduated from college and is now a CEO and married to the heir of a major hospital. Why? I thought I would be the happy one. Why is she more successful than me? Why does she look happy?”

“Hmm, why indeed? Maybe it’s because despite being treated unfairly by our family, she never gave up and kept working hard. Maybe luck played a small role as well.”

After saying this, I looked back at my sister firmly, and then I revealed a shocking fact.

“By the way, I heard you dropped out of middle school. Is that true?”

This revelation completely shocked everyone around, including my former parents and Daniel.

“What? What are you suddenly talking about? Who dropped out of middle school?” my sister countered, though I admired her bravery in doing so.

“I heard from a distant relative who has always been kind to us that after I left home, you overestimated your capabilities, thinking you could easily get into any prestigious school without studying. You went into the exam unprepared and ended up writing almost nothing, resulting in the expected fail. After that, you became unruly at home and were in a reclusive state for a long time, right? You only returned to society recently when our parents introduced Daniel as a suitable marriage partner for you,” I explained.

As I spoke, Daniel’s expression grew increasingly stern, while my parents and sister turned pale.

The relative who provided this information is a distant cousin of my father, known for his skill in gathering information. Despite having met only a few times during my childhood, he looked after me and even acted as my guarantor.

“You, what baseless things are you saying?” my sister protested, trembling.

But I continued.

“Actually, the claim that you work in medical administration is also false, isn’t it? In reality, you don’t have the qualifications, and you’re only handling menial tasks, not entrusted with any specialist duties. It’s good that at least the minimum professional ethics are being maintained.”

“Stop it. Your words are filled with lies. All of it is false,” she cried out.

“Maybe so. What I heard was just a rumor, after all. Whether you believe it or not is up to you,” I responded.

At that, my sister suddenly turned to Daniel, studying his expression intently. On his face were doubt, confusion, and clear disdain.

“Julia, you previously told us that you graduated from a prestigious women’s university, held qualifications, and were supporting your family’s hospital. Are you saying all that was a lie? Falsifying academic credentials to deceive people is clearly fraudulent. Have you deceived me?” Daniel asked pointedly.

“No, Daniel. Don’t just take her word for it. You’re my husband. You should trust me,” she pleaded.

“Then please name even one professor from the university you claimed to have graduated from,” he challenged her directly.

Clearly flustered, my sister struggled to respond.

“That’s not relevant right now, is it?”

“Really not? Well, let’s call a professor from the department you claim to have attended right now. This professor is also a family friend of our parents and has a very close relationship with our family,” Daniel proposed, ready to unravel the truth once and for all.

As he declared this, Daniel calmly picked up his smartphone.

“Please stop. That’s not necessary, Daniel. If you trust me, that’s enough.”

Suddenly, Julia snatched the smartphone from Daniel’s hand and forcefully slammed it onto the floor.

“There’s no need to check. Just believe me.”

Driven by anger, Julia slammed the phone to the floor and then mercilessly stomped on it multiple times with her high heels, completely destroying it. Her expression at that moment was distorted with rage, resembling the face of a monster.