I was kidnapped when I was six months pregnant and imprisoned in a glass room filled with surveillance cameras for three full years. When I was rescued, I had lost my memory, my uterus had been removed, and I could never become a mother—until Liam Carter saved me. He said he was my husband, that I had lost my memory in a car accident, and that Emily White was my best friend. He treated me with utmost tenderness. We adopted a child together and named him Ethan. On Mother’s Day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Liam and Emily. “Are you sure Isabella hasn’t discovered that Ethan is our child?” “Don’t worry. That idiot has been raising Ethan for five years.” Emily leaned into his arms and said emotionally, “Back then, if you hadn’t arranged for someone to kidnap her, I couldn’t have successfully taken her place. The Williams family still believes I’m the real heir. It’s ridiculous!” “Once she helps us raise Ethan, we’ll find an excuse to take him back. Then the Williams family assets will be ours.” I trembled all over, realizing they had been deceiving me all along. If that’s how it is, I’m determined to teach them a lesson. ***** In the office, Emily’s voice, feigning concern, came through again. “Liam, what if she suddenly recovers her memory? If she remembers what happened back then, I’ll lose the Williams Group shares I worked so hard to get.” Liam laughed and said, “She was tortured beyond recognition back then. She won’t recover that easily.” “If she really does recover her memory, we can just kidnap her again. As long as the Williams family still recognizes you as the heir, she can’t do anything.” Hearing this, I nearly lost my balance. I remembered what had happened. When I woke up in the hospital, I had lost my memory. Liam claimed to be my husband, saying I had been severely injured in a car accident, with abdominal trauma that resulted in my uterus being removed. We had been married for a year, and I had felt guilty countless times for not being able to get pregnant. So Liam went to an orphanage and adopted a child named Ethan. I poured all my love into Ethan, doting on him completely. Everyone told me Emily was my good friend, the eldest daughter of the Williams family. So I made her Ethan’s godmother. It turns out this was all part of Liam and Emily’s scheme. And Ethan was actually their biological son! They not only harmed me deeply but also deliberately replaced me, stealing the life that should have been mine. Hearing the sounds of heavy breathing from inside the room, I turned and stumbled away. Back home, I calmed myself before opening the door, and immediately saw Ethan sitting on the living room floor, completely absorbed in arranging colorful beads and strings before dinner. I stared at him in a daze. The son I had doted on for five years was actually Emily and Liam’s love child. But Ethan is innocent… I approached and crouched beside him, asking softly, “Sweetie, what are you making?” Ethan looked up proudly and said, “Mom, I’m making a Mother’s Day gift!” I was touched. Just as I thought the gift was for me, Ethan said, “It’s for Emily. She loves pretty things the most.” Feeling disappointed, I asked with a trembling voice, “Did you prepare a gift for me too?” He frowned impatiently and said, “No, you hardly ever play with me. Emily plays games with me every day and buys me treats! Mom, stop bothering me!” Just as I was about to stand up, Emily and Liam returned. Ethan excitedly held up the necklace and ran to them. “Emily! Look, I made this gift for you!” Emily exclaimed with delight, “I love it so much! Thank you!” Watching their happy scene, I froze in place, at a loss. Liam smiled as he walked to my side, gently embracing me, and said, “Isabella, Happy Mother’s Day. I bought you a gift.” He took out a diamond necklace and put it around my neck. When I was close to him, I smelled a perfume—lily of the valley, Emily’s favorite. I felt nauseated. Liam turned to Ethan and smiled, “Sweetheart, would you like to ride the Ferris wheel today? Just the three of us.” Ethan shouted with joy, “Yes! Yes!” Then he threw himself into my arms. “Mom, can you make your special barbecue ribs for us? We’ll eat them when we get back.” I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him. “Okay.” I’ll just consider this the last time I make barbecue ribs for him. Watching the three of them walk away hand in hand, I was so upset that it took me a long time to come back to my senses. As I turned around, I saw Ethan’s small backpack that had fallen to the floor, and I picked it up. But the zipper wasn’t fully closed, and the items inside spilled out. I looked closely and froze. It was a butterfly hairpin with blood on it.
I picked up the hair clip and frowned. The small butterfly design on the clip was exquisite, with dried blood on its wings. Ethan was a boy who only showed interest in toy cars and building blocks. I was puzzled about where this hair clip came from. When Ethan returned home that evening, I casually asked, “Ethan, I found a pretty butterfly hair clip in your backpack today. Where did you get it?” Ethan, focused on assembling his blocks, replied indifferently, “I found it at Emily’s house. The butterfly on it looked nice, so I put it in my backpack.” I continued, “I noticed there was blood on the butterfly…” Ethan knocked over his blocks forcefully, interrupting me impatiently, “I don’t know. Mom, you’re so annoying!” I froze, clenching my fists painfully. “Enjoy your playtime then,” I mumbled, gripping the hair clip tightly as I left the room. The next day was Ethan’s birthday. Emily had specially arranged a birthday party for him at the Williams Estate. As I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard sharp yelling around the corner. “You can’t even carry a cup of coffee properly. Useless!” A stout maid was slapping a five-year-old girl across the face. I immediately rushed over, positioning myself in front of the little girl, and said, “What are you doing? That’s outrageous!” Upon seeing me, the maid instantly switched to a fawning expression and explained, “Mrs. Carter, Miss Emily Williams kindly adopted Lily. But Lily is completely useless…” “That’s enough. You may go.” After dismissing the maid, I crouched down to examine the child. Lily was skin and bones, her body covered in injuries. I found cotton swabs and medicine to treat her wounds, but accidentally noticed the butterfly hair clip in her hair. It was identical to the one I had found earlier. I asked her softly, “Does it hurt?” Lily nodded but instinctively shrank back defensively. Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder. Liam’s smile was gentle, but his eyes revealed a panic I’d never seen before. He said, “Isabella, the Williams family is here to see Ethan. Let’s go join them.” I replied, “Just a moment. I haven’t finished treating this child’s wounds.” But Liam pressed firmly on my shoulder, saying anxiously, “Leave it. She’s just a servant’s child. Everyone is waiting for you.” His behavior seemed unusual to me. Unable to refuse, I could only push the medicine back into Lily’s hands, saying, “I’ll come find you later.” After saying this, Liam led me to the banquet hall. Edward Williams sat there in his tailored suit, with Emily standing obediently beside him. “It’s been five Christmases since Emily came to us with my daughter’s ring to claim kinship. Do you have a boyfriend yet?” Emily displayed a shy smile. Watching this scene, I recalled the conversation I’d overheard days ago, and felt a pang in my heart. I thought, “This is clearly my family, my home!” In front of me, Mr. Edward had just put down his coffee cup when Ethan approached with dessert. Edward smiled and said, “Thank you, Ethan! Isabella has raised you well!” But Ethan objected, “That’s not true! Dad and Emily taught me all this, it has nothing to do with my mom!” A silence fell over the room. I was disappointed. Even though I wasn’t Ethan’s biological mother, I had loved him deeply all these Christmases. But now it seemed my efforts meant nothing. Halfway through the birthday celebration, Ethan was about to cut the cake. Before I could hand him the cake, I heard a scream. I turned to see Lily tumbling down the stairs, blood spreading everywhere…
Lily was curled up on the floor, her face deathly pale. I instinctively moved to rush over to her. But Liam suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Isabella, today is Ethan’s birthday! Don’t let this little incident ruin the party. Someone will take her to the hospital.” I looked at him. Liam frowned, his expression appearing concerned. Ethan put down the cake knife and complained, “Mom, my cake hasn’t been cut yet! Come help me.” Emily impatiently said, “Hurry up and get this girl to the hospital, Jinx.” Watching the servants carry Lily away, I finally relaxed a bit. I patted Ethan’s head. “Okay, I’ll help you cut the cake.” Halfway through the party, I overheard a maid quietly telling Emily, “Ms. Emily Williams, that girl isn’t doing well…” Emily replied impatiently, “She won’t die. Don’t bother me with such things!” I clenched my fists. Lily’s pale little face kept flashing in my mind. As soon as the party ended, I made an excuse and rushed to the hospital. Since Lily’s incident happened at Ethan’s birthday party, I couldn’t just ignore it. When I arrived at the hospital, Lily was already in surgery. The doctor walked out with a grave expression and said, “The child needs an emergency blood transfusion, but her blood type is Rh-negative. The blood bank doesn’t have enough in stock.” I immediately rolled up my sleeve and said, “Take my blood. I’m Rh-negative.” The doctor nodded and had a nurse take me to the blood collection room. But shortly after, the doctor shook his head at me while holding the blood test results. “Mrs. Carter, your blood type does match, but direct relatives cannot donate blood to each other. It’s hospital policy.” I was stunned for a moment before asking, “Direct relatives? How is that possible…” The doctor said, “The blood type matching results indicate you and this child have a mother-daughter relationship.” I couldn’t stop trembling. “Lily is my daughter?” Just then, a nurse came running. “Doctor, the blood bank has transferred Rh-negative blood from another hospital. The surgery can continue!” The operating room light came on again. I collapsed into a chair, my mind in chaos. I thought, “No wonder Liam keeps preventing me from contacting Lily, and Emily allows everyone to bully her… just because she’s my child!” After the surgery, the doctor came out and said, “The surgery was successful. The child is out of danger now.” I was finally relieved. Just as I was about to ask about Lily’s condition, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. Edward approached, leaning on his cane with a servant’s support. He said in a gentle tone, “I heard someone from the family had an accident, so I came to check.” Lily was wheeled out, her face still pale. Edward sighed softly, “This child is pitiful indeed, but thankfully nothing serious happened.” He looked at me and said, “Isabella, you’re a good girl. Thank you.” My emotions were complicated. I forced a smile and said, “I just met Lily today and felt sorry for her, which is why I paid her more attention.” After chatting briefly, Edward, not feeling well, decided to leave first. I escorted him downstairs and watched his car drive away. Then I looked at the white hair in my hand. It was a strand of hair I had just taken from Edward’s shoulder. I immediately submitted the sample to a DNA testing center. After making sure Lily was settled, I returned home. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Liam sitting on the sofa. He asked, “Where have you been?” I didn’t respond. He impatiently said, “Did you go find that child? Today is Ethan’s birthday. How could you neglect him for an unrelated child?” I scoffed and looked him straight in the eye. I asked, “Liam, why don’t you want me to have contact with Lily? What are you hiding?” Liam froze. In just a moment, he regained his composure and said helplessly, “You misunderstood. Ethan hasn’t seen you. He’s in his room throwing a tantrum right now.” I said, “Then I’ll go check on Ethan.” I walked into Ethan’s room and found him gripping a pair of scissors, viciously cutting up the teddy bear I had sewn for him with my own hands. Shocked, I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?” Ethan replied resentfully, “Mommy, you only care about that dirty kid. So I don’t want you anymore!” He glared at me fiercely and said, “Anyway, Dad and I both like Emily more. It doesn’t matter whether you’re here or not!” With that, Ethan tossed the stuffed animal into the trash can, dropped the scissors, and ran out of the room without looking back. I staggered slightly, my heart aching. I walked over to the trash can and saw it filled with all the Christmas gifts I had given Ethan—hand-knitted scarves, his favorite picture books, and more. I fought hard to hold back my tears. The next day, I rushed to the hospital, only to learn that Lily’s condition had suddenly worsened that morning and she had been taken to the emergency room. I waited anxiously outside the emergency room. After a while, a nurse came with transfer papers and said, “Mrs. Carter, Ms. Emily Williams says she wants to help transfer Lily to another hospital.” Emily and Liam approached together. She pretended to be concerned and said, “I heard Lily’s condition worsened, so I came to check on her. I didn’t expect Isabella to be here too.” I ignored her, only concerned about Lily’s condition. Emily looked at Liam with a hurt expression and said, “Liam, does Isabella have something against me? I’m just worried about Lily. The Williams family has better medical resources. Why don’t I arrange for her transfer? It would help her condition.” I immediately refused, feeling anxious, “No, her condition isn’t stable enough for a transfer.” Liam looked at me reproachfully, “Isabella, what relationship do you have with that child? Instead of staying home taking care of Ethan, you’re here worrying about a stranger! This is Emily’s adopted child, it has nothing to do with you!” I gave him a cold look and said firmly, “No.” Liam’s eyes turned fierce, “Isabella…” Just then, the doctor came out. I ignored them and immediately asked anxiously about the situation. The doctor frowned and said, “We suspect the patient has drug poisoning. We’ll have to wait for the test results.” I recalled what Emily had said and felt confused. But when I turned around, they were already gone. Using the excuse of checking Lily’s medical records, I went to the hospital’s surveillance room and retrieved the security footage from last night. In the video, a medical staff member sneaked into Lily’s room, secretly switched her medication bottles, and then left casually. I downloaded the surveillance video and said angrily, “Emily…” After calming myself down, I went to Lily’s hospital room. She was lying pale in the hospital bed, still unconscious. I held Lily’s hand tightly and said sadly, “Lily, from now on I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” I won’t let anyone who has hurt us get away with it! My phone suddenly vibrated—it was a message from the DNA Testing Center: [Test results are ready. Confirmed that Isabella Williams and the test subject Edward Williams are direct blood relatives.] I gripped my phone, finally feeling reassured. I took a deep breath, took a screenshot of the test results, and sent it to Edward with a message: [Hello, this is Isabella Williams. At Christmas, Emily stole my family ring that my mother gave me and used it to connect with you. This test report proves that I am your real granddaughter.] [If possible, I’d like to meet with you.] I leaned back in the chair, trembling. A minute later, a sharp ring broke the silence of the room. My phone vibrated frantically. It was Edward calling.
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