I’m the real biological daughter who was swapped at birth, while the imposter is acting all innocent. On the day we reunited, the imposter cried, “Does this mean mom won’t love me anymore…” I went over and hugged her, “No, not only does mom love you the most, but I do too!” Imposter: “?” I was given a task to help a restless spirit find peace, essentially kickstarting her path to rebirth. She was the true daughter, swapped maliciously by the family maid, and grew up in neglect. At five, she was finally reunited with her family, but they were all charmed by the imposter. Later, even her engagement to Daphne was snatched away by the imposter. She was falsely accused and, even after her death, was scorned by everyone. I scoffed, “You were too weak. With such a strong start, you really played your cards badly.” With her blood ties and the guilt her biological parents felt for losing her, she should have been a winner in life. Besides, I could handle a bunch of these fake innocent types with ease. The real daughter is named Phoebe. Phoebe sighed, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to you.” I patted my chest, “Don’t worry, leave it to me.”
When I opened my eyes, there was a man in a suit before me. He bowed respectfully, “Miss, please come back with us.” I nodded, got into the car, and glanced back at my adoptive mother, whom everyone called Auntie White. Her eyes were filled with hatred. Growing up under a mother’s hatred, anyone would lack a sense of security. I suddenly felt sorry for Phoebe. Arriving at the Brooks Family home, in the beautiful villa stood two expectant adults, an impatient little boy, and a girl with a shadowy expression. My biological mother, Amy Brooks, my biological father, Asher Brooks, the imposter, Harper Brooks, and my brother, Rowan Brooks. I suddenly felt lucky; Phoebe sounds better than Harper. Getting out of the car, Amy Brooks knelt down to look at me closely, sobbing softly, “Phoebe, baby, I’m sorry…” I remember the original character standing stiffly, cautiously looking at Amy Brooks, and then being led into the villa in a daze, like a puppet. Amy Brooks was soon distracted by Harper’s crying and had no time for the emotionless original character. Though such a situation would scare any child, especially someone like Phoebe who had never been loved, it would easily erase her presence in the home. Without expressing needs, she would soon be marginalized. When faced with guilt and love, one shouldn’t resist or push away but should accept and enjoy what is rightfully theirs. I teared up, crying softly, “Mom, I don’t blame you, I don’t blame you.” I looked at my cracked hands, dirty from long-term work, even after washing. I hesitated to hug Amy Brooks, fearing my dirtiness. Who would refuse their pitiful, innocent daughter willing to wrong herself to be understanding? Especially since it was Amy Brooks’s lack of supervision that led to my loss, she already felt guilty. Her eyes reddened, and she hugged me despite my dirty clothes. The mother-daughter reunion was touching, except for the imposter, Harper Brooks. “Mom, will you not love me anymore?” Harper suddenly asked, her voice timid, with eyes full of grievance, making her very endearing. Though Harper wasn’t their biological daughter, they lived together for over five years. People say distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors, not to mention they always treated Harper as their own. Amy Brooks, being soft-hearted, was quickly attracted to her. Before she could act, I asked, “Mom, is she your baby too?” Amy Brooks hesitated. Though Harper wasn’t her biological daughter, she was afraid of hurting her, so she nodded, “Yes, she’s… your sister.” Hearing this, my little face was full of earnestness, seriously saying, “Sister, not only does mom love you, but I will love you too.” A foster child afraid of losing the mother’s love to her biological daughter, while the biological daughter says, I’m not here to take your mom, I’m here to love you like mom does. How touching. As expected, Amy Brooks’s eyes filled with tears again, but I knew she wouldn’t treat Harper the same as before. After all, that comparison showed Harper’s narrow-mindedness. Even my usually stoic CEO father, Asher Brooks, was full of affection as he patted my head after hearing my words. Rowan Brooks’s gaze softened towards me, only Harper glared at me viciously. Phoebe was shocked, “Is this even possible?” I laughed inside, “Sometimes being a bit fake can better protect yourself.”
At dinner, I sat next to Amy Brooks, with Harper next to me. The seat I took was originally Harper’s. Harper’s eyes were full of malice, but while Phoebe was afraid, I wasn’t. I even savored her hatred towards me. The enemy’s hate is such a satisfying emotion, making one delight in the enemy’s incompetence and frustration. The more it is, the happier I am. The original Phoebe told me that Harper had long known she was Auntie White’s daughter, and her malice was carefully nurtured by Auntie White. I remember not long after dinner, Asher’s men found out Auntie White had maliciously swapped the kids. But at that time, Harper framed me for stealing her things, pretending not to be angry but patiently persuading me, which made Amy Brooks decide to keep her to subtly influence me, turning me into a good child. Good child… heh. Prepared, I sat properly, silent, waiting for the imposter to make the first move. “Mom, the longevity locket you gave me is missing, just when I was taking a bath,” Harper suddenly spoke, looking so pitiful she could act in a play. I squinted my eyes; no wonder Phoebe couldn’t beat her. This imposter’s tactics aren’t something a normal child can handle. I glanced at Auntie White behind her. Oh, I forgot her. An imposter plus a scheming adult isn’t something a child can handle. “Don’t worry, it must have fallen somewhere. Let’s have Auntie White look for it, okay?” Amy Brooks comforted her. Harper nodded, obediently saying, “It’s the one mom gave me, I don’t want to lose it.” If you don’t want to lose it, then don’t lose it… I secretly rolled my eyes. Amy Brooks’s eyes reddened and asked Auntie White to search. At this moment, Amy Brooks also wanted to cultivate some mother-daughter feelings before sending Harper back, not expecting this new idea to be exploited by Auntie White. Auntie White soon came over, her eyes complex, “Ma’am…” Amy Brooks sensed something wrong and asked, “What happened?” “The second miss’s longevity locket was… was… under the big miss’s pillow.” Auntie White extended her hand, and sure enough, Harper’s longevity locket was in her hand. “What now?” Phoebe asked anxiously. I smiled gently, “Isn’t this just what I wanted?” I was stunned, innocently observing everyone present, “What?” “Sister, I didn’t know you liked this longevity locket. If I knew, I would definitely give it to you! Even though… I, I like it very much… But sister, taking things without asking is really not good!” Harper appeared very friendly, but the pride in her eyes was already obvious, “Sister, I will really share everything with you!”
Perhaps in others’ eyes, this isn’t a big deal, but she was warning me that I only have the right to share her things, and I have no place here myself. I bit my lip, trembling, looking at Auntie White in disbelief. “Time to close the net?” Phoebe asked anxiously, “Don’t overplay it.” I told her in my heart, “Don’t rush, closing the net now would waste all our efforts.” Phoebe nodded, remaining silent, as I had control over this body. Harper looked at me sadly, “Baby, you can’t just take other people’s things…” Asher, who had been silent, suddenly received a call and stepped out. I looked fearfully at Auntie White, seemingly making a decision, my little face full of determination, “Mom, I really don’t like my previous mom because she would say I stole things when she went to the store. But mom, I don’t want to be a thief in your eyes because you’re so good to me, I really don’t want to disappoint you…” I ended up crying, my face covered in tears, sobbing away. Auntie White’s face was full of rage. I knew Auntie White hadn’t stolen anything, but so what? Who would believe a five-year-old child is lying? She just didn’t want her beloved mom to misunderstand her. Look, she even mustered all her courage. The tables have turned. Now it’s Auntie White who stole, subconsciously wanting to frame her former foster daughter— Perhaps she even wanted to frame the foster daughter to keep the biological daughter in the wealthy family, but who cares? Auntie White will be sent to the police station. I ended up crying inconsolably, tears streaming down my face. Auntie White was livid. I knew she hadn’t stolen anything, but it didn’t matter. Who would believe a five-year-old could lie? She just didn’t want her beloved mother to misunderstand her. Look at her, she gave it her all. Then things turned around. Now, Auntie White is accused of theft and is trying to pin it on her former adopted daughter. Perhaps she even wanted to frame her to ensure her biological daughter stayed in the wealthy family. But who cares? Auntie White is going to the police station. If the police dig into it, they might find out she secretly put the longevity locket under my pillow. No matter the outcome, I’m not at a loss. Daphne struggled to remain calm, though her voice betrayed her anger: “I refuse to let anyone frame my daughter! We’ll wait for the police.” Auntie White panicked, glancing at Harper Brooks. Like mother, like daughter—Harper promptly accused me: “You’re lying! I saw you rush out of my room with my longevity locket! I just wanted you to admit it, but you blamed someone else!” Another twist. Now, with Harper as a witness, it seemed like everything was my lie. It seemed I had become a girl who steals and lies, framing an innocent person. Daphne was stunned, looking at me with sadness. My eyes welled with tears, confused about how things had turned out this way. My mother’s doubt hit me hard, leaving me hopeless as I muttered, “Mom, believe me, please believe me…” Daphne wept, shaking her head. “When did you see Teanzi go to your room?” A composed voice asked. Asher Brooks returned from a call, his usual rational demeanor now tinged with disdain towards Auntie White. Then he turned his gaze to Harper, still with disdain. Five-year-old Harper began crying loudly: “In the afternoon… after I finished bathing and changing clothes, boohoo…” Daphne shot Asher a reproachful look, stood up, and comforted Harper: “Don’t cry, don’t cry, Daddy didn’t mean to be harsh.” Through my teary eyes, I watched Daphne hold Harper, full of envy, but I only dared to glance briefly before lowering my head, saying nothing, biting my lip hard. That furtive glance was caught by Asher and Rowan Brooks. Rowan couldn’t sit still and stood up, loudly declaring, “But sister was with Dad and me the whole time!” This was my plan; having a prepared strategy felt great. I mentally nudged Phoebe: “See, the brother who always opposed you is now on your side.” Phoebe was speechless. Actually, Rowan is just a simple kid. Initially, when he heard Harper say I was bad, he believed it. But he’s essentially a good kid. In the previous life, he was deceived by Harper too, dying without knowing the truth. It’s good for him to see through people’s facades early. No need to thank me~ Daphne was stunned once more. Another turn of events. Her biological daughter was being schemed against by her adopted daughter and the adopted daughter’s mother, yet she didn’t believe her own daughter, trusting the trap set by two outsiders. If her biological daughter had chosen a terrible path out of despair… How heartbreaking would that be! Looking at Harper in her arms, Daphne couldn’t help but feel disgusted and put her down, turning to me. I looked dazed, beyond hope for this family, showing a hurt expression. “Phoebe, Mom…” Daphne was at a loss. I lifted my head, eyes full of wariness, with a bitter smile: “Mom, a dog not loved is a stray, and I don’t have a home…” I curled up my thin body, eyes dull. Daphne couldn’t hold back anymore and cried out loud, disregarding her dignity: “I’m sorry, Mom’s sorry… Will you believe… believe in Mom one more time? Mom… promises, promises this will always be your home…” She hugged me, and I sobbed softly. But I gave Harper a triumphant look. Harper looked at me in horror. Asher glanced expressionlessly at her and Auntie White, then said, “I just took a call. Someone deliberately swapped the two children’s positions back then. The medical staff said they reminded the girl’s biological mother, and the girl’s biological mother said that both families knew each other and would return the child after playing for a while.” Daphne shivered. Back then, Auntie White used underhanded tactics to try to push Daphne away and wanted to get pregnant with Asher’s child, but Asher never fell for it. She had to use artificial means and frame Asher, almost causing Daphne to abort me. In the end, evidence was found to expose her. But Auntie White stayed in the Brooks Family as a nanny… Thanks to Daphne’s naive saint persona, such foolishness was evident from the beginning. “You can’t insult my mom,” Phoebe suddenly said after a long silence. I sneered but still replied dismissively: “Alright, alright.” Seems like Phoebe inherited a bit of Daphne’s nature. If it were me, it wouldn’t matter if they were biological or not. If they didn’t believe me and indirectly harmed me, I wouldn’t let them have a good ending. But I can only follow Phoebe’s mindset. After all, the customer is king.
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