Seeing me approaching with Isabella Saunders, the extravagantly dressed couple at the forefront took two steps forward in surprise.
I gave them a faint glance and then focused my attention on the girl behind them.
Evelyn Grant, my biological daughter, dressed in a Chanel suit, carrying a Hermès bag, looking tearfully at us.
With a complex expression, I thought that after all, she was the daughter I had painstakingly carried for ten months before giving birth.
If she treated Isabella Saunders a little better and didn’t act like in the book, that would be the
best outcome.
However, the reality was not so.
She also took two steps forward, cautiously tugging at the hem of the wealthy lady’s clothes, pursing her lips in grievance.
“Mom, is this my sister? She’s so close to my new mom, unlike me; you both are so busy, you rarely have time for me.”
“You won’t abandon me after finding my sister, right? If you love my sister more, then I’d truly have nothing left.”
Tears rolled down uncontrollably after she finished speaking.
The joy of the wealthy couple at finding their biological daughter faded, replaced with heartache for Evelyn Grant.
They hurriedly hugged their little princess, softly comforting her, “How could we? You’re also our daughter, your status won’t change, Mom and Dad will spoil you for a lifetime!”
I pulled my inexplicably confused daughter aside, coldly watching the harmonious scene in front of me, finding it particularly amusing.
They seemed to have decided that both daughters were theirs, my thoughts didn’t matter.
This was also logical, after all, a wealthy family versus a single mother renting an apartment, anyone would know which family to choose.
I didn’t mind giving them my daughter, so her future would be better, but the premise was that they would truly treat my daughter well.
I appropriately spoke up, “What are you all doing blocking the entrance to my house?”
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Isabella Saunders and I sat on one side of the sofa, while the wealthy couple and Evelyn Grant
sat on the other side.
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“In short, this is how it is, our two families accidentally swapped babies at the hospital.”
Owen Grant explained the situation with a pained expression, while Mrs. Grant took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears at the appropriate moment.
“What a twist of fate!”
Isabella Saunders widened her eyes incredulously, mechanically patting my shoulder: “Mom, did you hear that, I’m actually the wealthy family’s daughter, your little girl has hit the jackpot!”
I took her hand off my shoulder: “Your mom isn’t deaf, I can hear.”
Mrs. Grant hugged Isabella Saunders and cried, “Good girl, you’ve suffered all these years, come home with Mom, Mom and Dad will make it up to you!”
Beside them, Evelyn Grant pinched herself hard, tears streaming down: “Sister, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’ve been occupying your position as the wealthy heiress all these years!”
“I’m truly ashamed to face you, I won’t fight you for a position as the Grant family’s daughter, I don’t want anything, I just hope you can let me stay by Mom and Dad’s side!”
What a white lotus, acting as if Isabella refused to let her stay at the Grant family.
Mrs. Grant quickly released Isabella and turned to hug Evelyn Grant, soothing her softly, repeatedly emphasizing that she would always be a daughter of the Grant family.
My silly girl looked baffled, she didn’t understand why, just felt a bit uncomfortable.
I sneered coldly, though she was my biological daughter, anyone who dared to bully my treasure
wouldn’t stand a chance.
Over the past year, I have thoroughly studied various real and fake heiress stories on certain platforms, training soldiers for a day to use them momentarily, and my long–practiced strategies could finally be put to use!
Suddenly, I burst into a heart–wrenching and earth–shattering cry, stubbornly dragging Evelyn
Grant into my arms.
