The Long-Lost Daughter Returned... But I'm the Real Heiress
Language: en
Mom held her in her arms, her eyes red from crying, while Dad swore to make up for lost time: "My precious girl, whatever you want, it's yours." She just pointed at me, her face the picture of innocence: "I want my big sister to go back to her own home, too." She thought I was just some entitled villainess who had stolen her golden spoon. But she entirely missed how the color drained from my family's faces the moment those words left her mouth.