The Imposter in the Guest Room
Language: en
My parents' biological daughter, kidnapped seventeen years ago, finally came home. Mom held her tight, calling her "sweetheart" and "darling" through her tears. But the girl stared straight at me, feigning innocence: "Since I'm back, shouldn't she go back to her own family now?" She thought I was some random adoptee who had stolen her luxurious life. She didn't notice that the moment those words left her mouth, the entire room went dead silent.