The Real Daughter Takes Back Her Life

I, a five years old kid, got lost while on sightseeing trips with my biological parents, thus encountering my adoptive parents.

They took me in and brought me up. When I was eight years old, both of them died in a car accident.

After that, I had been staying in an orphanage until my eighteen years old. It was at that time that I passed the university admission examination. With my outstanding look, I'd work as a waitress in a high-class bar every winter and summer vacation to make money, with which I could pay my tuition fees.

At 21, I, a junior, met my biological brother, Joseph, while working in the bar.

Per him, all over these years, they had been looking for me.

Hugging me, he said, "Sis."

I, who had been longing for love, returned to the Smith family and was named Cara Smith, which was my original name.

I never expected that I'd go back to my biological parent's side one day.

Joseph took me home, only to see my parents dining jubilantly with Tara Smith, who had been the lady of the Smith family during my absence.

At first glance, my parents failed to recognize me.

Thinking that Joseph was home with his girlfriend, they quickly arranged the housekeeper to get me slippers.

Trying my best to remain calm, I lowered my head to put on the slippers. Joseph said, "Mom, Preston, this is Cara."

At his words, my mother, Fiona, screamed as soon as she got close to me.

I looked up, only to see tears brimming in her eyes.

"Cara, you are Cara. You are my Cara."

This name had been engraved in my mind since my early childhood.

Fiona excitedly pulled me to the front of my father, Preston.

She said, "Preston, look, she is indeed Cara."

Preston stood up with excitement, while Fiona hugged me and Joseph.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tara clenching her fists tightly.

Fiona pulled me to the living room. Tara no longer remained silent at this time.

"Mom, don't you have to do a paternity test? If she is an impostor, we will all become laugh stocks."

I could tell that she didn't welcome me.

Taking my parent's hands, I said, "Let's do a paternity test. When Joseph found me, I doubted if I was the one you were looking for either."

As I spoke, I walked out.

My parents and Joseph followed closely behind me, and so did Tara.

Along the way, Preston contacted someone from the hospital hurriedly, demanding the result be out as soon as possible tonight.

As soon as we arrived at the hospital, the director showed up to entertain us attentively.

In Boston, the Brook family was the most powerful family, with the Smith family trailing behind.

While leading the way in front, the director kept making phone calls to make arrangements.

Ever since my adulthood, I had never been treated like this.

Tara walked beside me arrogantly. She, who had been an dignified lady for more than ten years, was used to it.

We arrived at the Director's office and sat down.

A lot of doctors and nurses came in and out, extracting the DNA of Preston and me.

Two hours later, the result was out. The director nervously handed over the result slip.

Tara snatched it over and opened it.

I could tell that Joseph was displeased. He snatched the slip from Tara's hands.

After taking a look, he held me in his arms and said, "You are Elva. You are indeed my biological sister."

Fiona cried in Preston's arms. Tara had left, which none of us noticed.

Upon arriving home, I saw a car park in front of the house.

Tugging at my arm, Joseph said, "This is Cesar, do you remember him? You used to be close to him in your childhood."

My childhood memories had failed me, so I had no clue who Cesar Brook was.