Everyone in the family was waiting for me to frame the real daughter, claiming she stole Grandmas jade pendant,
but I calmly admitted in front of them all that I had slipped it into my own pocket by accident.
The room froze.
In the original script, I should have cried, yelled, and dragged her down with me.
But Im not the original girlI transmigrated into her body.
From the moment I changed that line, no one in this house could control me again.

I was reborn in a novel as Sophia Davis, the adopted daughter of the head of Davis Enterprises. I was kept in the family because I had a rare blood type, which meant I served as a "mobile blood bank" for my brother, James Davis.
Not long after, the real daughter, Lily Davis, was found. She was the true protagonist of this world, unlike me, the "villainous" adopted daughter. And she had the special ability that allowed others to hear her thoughts.
According to the storyline, I was supposed to constantly frame her in front of my parents, making them believe she was bullying me, and trying to make them dislike her. But with her "God's perspective" from the storyline, Lily could always predict my actions and words, causing my family to lose trust in me again and again.
On the very first day Lily returned, my parents asked me to show her the room upstairs that had been prepared for her. I remembered from the plot that at this point, everyone in the family should have already heard Lily's thoughts. They were waiting to see if things would unfold the way she said they would.
I was about to try to break the plot and do something unexpected, but suddenly, my body slipped, and I found myself tumbling down the stairs uncontrollably.
As I rolled down the stairs and hit the floor, I noticed the look in my parents' and James' eyes. There was a clear trace of disappointment there. They were all waiting for me to say something, but no one came to help me.
I had to slowly stand up on my own. Feeling embarrassed, I weakly apologized, "It's OK. I didn't eat enough this morning. Just low blood sugar."
Lily, looking surprised, asked, "You're trying to say I pushed you, aren't you? You don't even know why, and you just want Mom and Dad not to be mad, right?"
My parents and James looked at me with suspicion in their eyes, and I just leaned against the wall, weakly retorting, "Did you not hear me or what? It was the low blood sugar."
Then, I looked at James pitifully, "I'll get better soon. I don't want to be unable to provide blood when you need it."
James and my parents, hearing this, immediately came over to help me up, their faces filled with concern.
Lily had taken my room, but in exchange, my parents gave me a luxurious suite.
Eighteen years ago, Lily, their biological daughter, was kidnapped by bad people, and my parents were devastated. To cope with the grief, they adopted me from an orphanage, since I also had a rare blood type.
For the past eighteen years, they had treated me like their own daughter, nurturing and pampering me. But their love for me wasn't without an ulterior motive.
First, they wanted me to help run Davis Enterprises, and second, I was meant to be James' personal blood donor.
James loved racing, and as a professional driver, he often got injured during his races. Whenever he needed a blood transfusion, it was always me who provided it. That was why my parents doted on me so much, and why James treated me like his own sister.



Mom gently pulled me aside, "Sophia, your health isn't great. You can have the suite on the first floor from now on."
In the original plot, when Lily was first brought back, the family hadn't had time to prepare her room yet. The original Sophia, wanting to show her family how considerate and generous she was, offered her own room to Lily, even though she planned to stay in the storage room to play the martyr and gain their sympathy.
But this time, instead of offering my room, Mom gave me the largest room, the suite, on the first floor, the one where they used to read and write. Lily could already feel the drama unfolding in her mind.
"She's definitely going to refuse," Lily thought. "She'll insist she's just an outsider and keep pretending to be the victim, staying in the storage room."
Hearing Lily's thoughts, my parents and James all looked awkward, waiting for my reaction. I hugged Mom happily, acting like a spoiled child.
"Mom, you're the best! I love you the most! I'll take the suite downstairs. It's more convenient, and it'll be closer to James!"
My parents' and James' rooms were on the first floor, so now I was moving down too. Lily would be the only one left upstairs.