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I sat at the window of the nearby cafe while I drank some coffee absentmindedly. I tried so much to distract myself from thinking about what I heard earlier.

I didn't even realize that the media was there filming. My eyes caught Isabella as she was drinking herself to stupor. What better embarrassment could my father ask for?

The media successfully captured my younger sisters bad side playing live on television, so no one would contact them later to delete their recordings. My stepmother was capable.

Isabella appeared tattered, dazed, and inappropriately clothed. She was the exact word description for pathetic.

I wanted to save her face and maybe drag her away with me, but that would be chasing clout. The media already knew I gave him exactly the food she prepared for me. So me acting all cute was going to get me another attention I wasn't interested in.

Before I could finish watching, my coffee had turned cold.

Isabella was creating such a scene that I had to call our home drive