My name is Lydia, and on the day my sister Leila and I were waiting for adoption at the orphanage, two people arrived—a man and a woman. Leila had always been proud and arrogant, and she immediately set her sights on the well-dressed lady, Phoebe Schmidt, while I was taken away by a plainly dressed man named Jason Smith. Little did I know that Jason was actually a low-key wealthy man. After adopting me, he publicly announced my identity in front of everyone. In contrast, Leila was strictly disciplined by Phoebe, constantly facing beatings and punishments for the slightest mistakes, and eventually even being bullied at school. When she was drenched with dirty water and shivering, I was being escorted away surrounded by admirers. She hated me to the core and pushed me off a high building when I wasn’t paying attention. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of adoption. Watching Leila unhesitatingly choose Jason, I knew she had been reborn too. On the day we parted, Leila smiled meaningfully. She said, “Lydia, from now on I’m going to live the high life. If you can’t find food to eat, I might even spare you a bite or two.” I appeared furious on the surface, but inside I was already bursting with joy. In this lifetime, let Leila thoroughly enjoy her wealthy lifestyle. ***** “Can I call you daddy? You look just like my father from my memories.” “I really miss my daddy so much.” When Leila tearfully grabbed Connor’s hand, I knew she had been reborn too. Her eyes were misty with tears, and though her face was still childish, it already showed the outline of a future beauty. Sure enough, Connor’s eyes lit up, and he quickly helped her up with concern. “Ms. Hanson, this little girl and I are meant to be. I’ll take her.” Director Caroline Hanson, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but look at Leila a few more times, seemingly puzzled by her sudden change of mind in giving up such a good opportunity to someone else. Seeing this, Phoebe coldly pointed at me: “Then I’ll adopt her.” On the day we parted, Leila smiled meaningfully. She said, “Lydia, from now on I’m going to live the high life. If you can’t find food to eat, I might even spare you a bite or two.” I appeared furious on the surface, but inside I was already bursting with joy. In this lifetime, let Leila thoroughly enjoy her wealthy lifestyle. In my previous life, Leila had unhesitatingly chosen the well-dressed Phoebe. She had always been materialistic, learning to judge people by their appearance from a young age. So on adoption day, she had rushed to kneel before Phoebe just like today, leaving me to be adopted by Connor. But when she truly entered the Schmidt family villa, she discovered it wasn’t the paradise she had imagined. Leila had expected a princess life of being waited on hand and foot, but Phoebe educated her in the harshest way possible. Any slight mistake would result in scolding and physical punishment. And because of her arrogance, thinking that becoming the Schmidt family’s adopted daughter made her superior, she acted high-profile at school and offended many people. But Phoebe didn’t stand up for her; instead, she watched coldly from the sidelines. Combined with the fact that the other Schmidt family relatives were no pushovers either, Leila was bullied by classmates at school and had to endure cold mockery from relatives at home. Her days were unbearably miserable. Meanwhile, after being adopted by Connor, I was showered with love. My face, originally gaunt from malnutrition, gradually revealed stunning beauty under careful care. By my sophomore year in college, I transferred to Leila’s school. When she was drenched with dirty water and shivering, I was being escorted away surrounded by admirers. At the evening party, I performed a piano piece on stage, stealing all the spotlight. Students in the audience, looking at our similar faces, couldn’t help but whisper: “Leila really looks like Lydia, but their fates are worlds apart.” Leila clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her flesh. Later, Connor formally acknowledged my identity in front of all the wealthy families in the city, calling me his long-lost biological daughter. At that moment, Leila’s jealousy reached its peak. She found an opportunity to kill me, pushing me off a high building. That face full of hatred is something I’ll never forget. Only after my death did I finally understand how wrong I had been. I had once thought that my mother’s dying words were asking me to take care of Leila, so I protected her in every way, even though I was only one year older than her. Whatever good things there were at the orphanage, I gave to her. She grew plump while I remained thin. To take care of her, I even deliberately held back a grade just to be in the same class as her. But in Leila’s eyes, all of this was taken for granted—she never felt a trace of gratitude. And in this lifetime, she rushed to choose Connor, hoping to live a life of unlimited glory. But what she doesn’t know is that to possess anything, one must pay the corresponding price. What she sees as suffering might just be the opportunity for my rebirth.
Phoebe had never married and was the only daughter in her family. After her father died in a car accident, she single-handedly became the head of the Schmidt family. In just ten years, the Schmidt family’s assets multiplied several times under her leadership, transforming from an established capitalist family into a formidable force in the business world. No wonder Leila became so arrogant after becoming the Schmidt family’s adopted daughter. However, precisely because Phoebe was so decisive in her actions, she had offended quite a few relatives both openly and behind the scenes. Those people who only cared about money all coveted her wealth. After learning that Phoebe had no intention of marrying, they tried every means to push their children in front of her, hoping to win her favor. But Phoebe always kept these people at arm’s length, and eventually went straight to an orphanage to adopt a child. This was the reason Leila suffered so much bullying in her previous life. Even though I was mentally prepared, I only realized after actually entering the Schmidt mansion that life would be far more difficult than I had imagined. Phoebe enrolled me in a nearby school. I studied during the day and had to take additional tutoring for two hours every evening when I returned home. On weekends, I was arranged to learn various skills—horseback riding, archery, piano, and dancing. Whenever I had free time, Phoebe would personally supervise me. The moment she noticed me getting distracted or tired, she would immediately make me stand until I was alert again. By the time I returned to bed each night, the moon was already high in the sky. This lifestyle continued for two full years before Phoebe’s attitude toward me gradually became less distant. In our interactions, there were also moments of unintentional intimacy that would slip through. Although Phoebe was strict, under my efforts, my grades kept improving and my body became stronger due to the regular routine. I was grateful to her. However, Phoebe’s change in attitude toward me became a naked threat in the eyes of other Schmidt family members. Phoebe had many relatives, but after two years of living together, I clearly knew that these people only cared about profit. Initially, they thought Phoebe’s attention to me was just novelty, until they witnessed Phoebe showing me genuine tenderness—then they panicked. If I could really establish myself firmly, what would be left for them to share? So they began using any means necessary to drive me away. When Phoebe wasn’t around, they deliberately withheld my meals and soaked my bed sheets. At school, their children widely publicized my orphan status, stirring up public opinion and making people point fingers at me. I endured it all but never paid them any attention. I had suffered much more in my previous life—what did this little torment matter? Seeing that I showed no reaction, they chose to get physical. A group of girls led by Phoebe’s eldest niece, Amber Schmidt, surrounded me, their faces filled with anger and contempt. Amber said, “My diamond necklace is missing. Did you steal it! “It must be you! A child from an orphanage—what good things have you ever seen? Don’t think that just because Aunt Phoebe shows you a kind face, you’re really the Schmidt family heir! “Either hand over the necklace or get out of our house!” She shouted while trying to search me. I looked at this group of teenage girls with a light laugh. Well, to drive me away, they really would use any method. I shook my head, my tone calm: “I didn’t take your necklace. You’re just jealous because Ms. Schmidt treats me well. “You bully me at home and isolate me at school, but unfortunately, I don’t care. I’m not as low as you are.” The girls turned red in the face after I hit their sore spot, glaring at me furiously. Amber raged, “Don’t waste words with this b*tch—let’s do this! When Aunt Phoebe finds out, she’ll definitely kick her out!” Before she finished speaking, four girls pounced on me, forcefully tearing at my clothes, pulling my hair, forcing my head up as slap after slap landed heavily on my face, sending waves of dull pain through me. Amber said contemptuously, “Hmph, you still dare to glare at me? Beat her up!”
I glanced at their phones recording the whole thing—finally, I had solid evidence. I’d chosen to endure until now, waiting for the right moment to strike back. I didn’t want to cause trouble, but I sure wasn’t afraid of it either. The next second, I slammed my head into one girl’s stomach, then kicked her leg hard. When another girl tried to help, I grabbed her hair first and threw her against the desk. Then it was Amber’s turn. She’d hit me the hardest, so I tackled her and pounded my fists into her body, targeting spots that wouldn’t show. The last girl stood frozen in shock. When she finally snapped out of it, she kicked me in the back and punched me twice in the face, making my nose bleed. There were no winners in this fight. I got beaten up, but those four weren’t much better off. They were pampered rich girls who didn’t fight with the same desperation I did. All five of us ended up in the hospital. With the video as evidence, I was acting in self-defense, while they received official reprimands. Afterward, Phoebe came to see me. She asked, “Someone was bullying you? Why didn’t you tell me?” I said, “Telling you wouldn’t have helped. They just wanted to bully me and force me to leave.” I looked up, jumped down from the bed, and knelt in front of her, meeting her eyes directly. “Ms. Schmidt, I know why you adopted me. You hate the Schmidt family, hate those relatives who only care about profit, so you want someone to deal with them for you. I’ll be the sharpest blade in your hand.” Phoebe stared at me for a long time—so long my knees went numb—before she suddenly chuckled softly. “Get up. Don’t call me Ms. Schmidt anymore. Just call me Mom. Hope, don’t let me down…” I lowered my head, a slight smile crossing my face. I’d guessed right. As the head of the Schmidt family, how could Phoebe not know everything I’d been through? She was just testing me. She’d seen my patience, and she’d seen my ruthlessness when I fought back. I knew I’d passed this test. From that day on, I clearly noticed Phoebe’s attitude toward me change. She looked at me more often, and her smiles became more genuine. When I saw Leila again, it was on exactly the same day as in my previous life. She wore expensive haute couture and carried herself with commanding presence. Her skin was flawless as jade, and her shy, hesitant eyes made her look particularly endearing. At that moment, I was hunched over the client requirements Phoebe had given me two days earlier, scratching my head in frustration. If I couldn’t come up with a good proposal, Phoebe would definitely pile on more work tonight, and I didn’t want to pull an all-nighter. On the platform, Leila was introducing herself to the class: “Hello everyone, I’m Leila Smith. I’ve been studying abroad, and I hope we can all get along well for the next two years.” I looked up just as our eyes met. Hers were full of smugness and challenge. She even showed off in front of everyone, deliberately having the principal accompany her on a full tour of the campus. After school, I stood at the gate waiting for Phoebe to pick me up. A luxury sedan pulled up in front of me, the window slowly rolling down to reveal Leila’s face. She got out and stood before me. “Lydia, how have you been lately? Does that woman beat and scold you? How does it feel to be bullied?” I pulled out my phone and texted Phoebe without looking up. I said, “If I’m not doing well, are you doing any better? I heard the Smith family absolutely dotes on you.” Leila’s face instantly turned pale at my words. Connor had an only son named Jason Smith, who had a twisted personality. The reason he adopted a girl was to find Jason a companion. In my previous life, after I was adopted, Jason bullied me relentlessly. He wouldn’t let me go out or attend school. What I ate, what I wore—he decided everything. In my life, there wasn’t a shred of personal space. It was a life filled with humiliation that I couldn’t escape.
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