Behind the Rescue: A Kindness that is Remembered

A rich family and a cleaner came to the orphanage to adopt a child at the same time. My sister and I were chosen.

My sister was outgoing, but after going to a strict wealthy family, she was forced to leave in depression.

As for me, I was gloomy and depressed. I didn't fit in with the warm and ambitious cleaner's house and was also returned.

When I returned to the orphanage, I heard the news of my sister's death and chose to leave with her.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to day I was adopted.

My younger sister looked at me with a conflicted expression. "How about we..."

"Yes!" I said resolutely.

The Quinn family and the cleaner's family came to the orphanage at the same time. The dean asked me and my sister to go to the office.

On the way, I saw my sister trembling.

In her previous life, she couldn't wait to rush to the dean's office.

There must be a reason why it was so abnormal now.

She leaned over and comforted me in a trembling voice.

"Don't be afraid. One of the families is good."

She was talking about the Smith family, the cleaner's family,

I patted her head and said, "Don't be afraid. You should go to that good family this time. I'll try the Quinn family."

My younger sister's eyes widened in disbelief.

In my previous life, my sister was taken away by the rich and powerful Quinn family, and I was taken away by the Smith family.

My younger sister ran to her new home with joy, but reality dampened her spirits.

The Quinn family didn't really want to adopt a daughter. They just wanted to complete the mission of a fortune-teller.

The master said that Old Mrs. Quinn didn't have much time left and needed to adopt a little girl to counteract the bad luck, so they came to the orphanage.

However, not long after they took my sister home, Old Mrs. Quinn passed away.

The Quinn family believed that my younger sister was unknown, and they were extremely cold and disgusted with her.

They treated my younger sister as a decoration in their family and felt that it was already a great gift to give her some money to take her in.

My sister lived like a servant in the Quinn family. Her family didn't care about her, and the servants looked down on her. The Quinn family's dogs only barked at her.

But she never gave up easily. She was optimistic and strong.

She tried her best to change the way the Quinn family viewed her, but no matter how hard she tried, all she got was coldness and undisguised sarcasm.

The Quinn family said, "Do you really think your surname is Quinn? You are just a tool to prolong the grandma. Now that she is gone, you are no longer valuable. Get lost!"

One or two days, one or two years, under such oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, my sister finally couldn't stand it and jumped down from the building.

As for me, I was taken home by the cleaner, the Smith family.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith lost their daughter in their middle years and treated me as if I were their own daughter.

Although their family conditions were ordinary, they had given me the best within their ability.

They saved money and took me to the amusement park to sell waste to apply for tutoring classes for me. They hoped that I could grow up into an excellent daughter.

But I was cold by nature. I couldn't make friends in my tutoring class at school, and I didn't like to talk much when I got home.

More importantly, my grades were also very average. It seemed that I was not a promising child.

I was not used to their concern for me. I often kept a straight face and didn't know how to respond.

After a while, we all thought that I should go back to the orphanage.

When I got back, I was even more lonely.

The children in the orphanage didn't like me in the first place. When they saw me being sent back, they sneered at me.

I was tired of all this.

So when I heard that my only family member, my sister, Linda Francis, had left the world, I did not hesitate to follow her footsteps.

Fortunately, we've all been reborn.