In reality, every gift I had ever given Elsa was carefully chosen and brand new, but she always claimed the gifts were too expensive and refused to accept them.
Later, I downplayed the value of the gifts. But I had believed she would understand how valuable those gifts were, given the Brown family nurtured her taste. Yet she always assumed I belittled her and saw her as inferior.
Elsa prided herself on being virtuous and noble, so I knew I had to poke at her insecurities to deal with her.
As expected, her expression turned sour, but she managed to hold herself together.
Hurried footsteps came from the door, and I looked up to see Jack rushing in. When he noticed Elsa's downcast face, he started questioning, "Are you picking on Elsa again? You know she isn't in good health, and you're not a child; how could you be this immature?"
Jack started lashing out at me out of nowhere. I knew Elsa must've badmouthed me, saying that I did things I never did. When had I ever picked on her?
Elsa must've been feeding him lies for a while. Otherwise, how could Jack, who had always doted on me as a child, change so much as an adult? Now, all he did was defend Elsa.
Elsa got up to calm him down and conveniently left out everything that just happened.
I let out a sarcastic laugh and interrupted their conversation. Pointing to the necklace Elsa was clutching onto, I mocked, "Does giving her a necklace count as picking on her now? You sure have a unique definition of bullying."
Elsa reluctantly showed Jack the necklace now that it was mentioned. Then, she belatedly explained, "That's right. Jane was giving me a gift. She wasn't trying to pick on me."
Jack froze when he noticed the necklace. Everyone knew how significant it was to me, and giving Elsa such an important necklace showed how much I valued her.
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