The Price of a Pearl
Language: en
It was the day I was brought back to the estate that I finally learned I was the biological daughter of the wealthiest man in Manhattan. There was no dramatic confrontation. The moment my parents saw me, their eyes filled with tears and they pulled me into a tight embrace. Even Chloe, the adopted daughter who had been pampered for over a decade, carefully wiped the mud off my shoes and said softly: "Welcome home, little sister." But I couldn't stand it. Whenever I struggled to figure out the smart home appliances, or mistakenly drank the expensive mouthwash thinking it was tea, I…