The Real Daughter Takes Back Her LifeChapter 1

I, a five years old kid, got lost while on sightseeing trips with my biological parents, thus encountering my adoptive parents.

They took me in and brought me up. When I was eight years old, both of them died in a car accident.

After that, I had been staying in an orphanage until my eighteen years old. It was at that time that I passed the university admission examination. With my outstanding look, I'd work as a waitress in a high-class bar every winter and summer vacation to make money, with which I could pay my tuition fees.

At 21, I, a junior, met my biological brother, Joseph, while working in the bar.

Per him, all over these years, they had been looking for me.

Hugging me, he said, "Sis."

I, who had been longing for love, returned to the Smith family and was named Cara Smith, which was my original name.

I never expected that I'd go back to my biological parent's side one day.

Joseph took me home, only to see my parents dining jubilantly with Tara Smith, who had been the lady of the Smith family during my absence.

At first glance, my parents failed to recognize me.

Thinking that Joseph was home with his girlfriend, they quickly arranged the housekeeper to get me slippers.

Trying my best to remain calm, I lowered my head to put on the slippers. Joseph said, "Mom, Preston, this is Cara."

At his words, my mother, Fiona, screamed as soon as she got close to me.

I looked up, only to see tears brimming in her eyes.

"Cara, you are Cara. You are my Cara."

This name had been engraved in my mind since my early childhood.

Fiona excitedly pulled me to the front of my father, Preston.

She said, "Preston, look, she is indeed Cara."

Preston stood up with excitement, while Fiona hugged me and Joseph.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tara clenching her fists tightly.

Fiona pulled me to the living room. Tara no longer remained silent at this time.

"Mom, don't you have to do a paternity test? If she is an impostor, we will all become laugh stocks."

I could tell that she didn't welcome me.

Taking my parent's hands, I said, "Let's do a paternity test. When Joseph found me, I doubted if I was the one you were looking for either."

As I spoke, I walked out.

My parents and Joseph followed closely behind me, and so did Tara.

Along the way, Preston contacted someone from the hospital hurriedly, demanding the result be out as soon as possible tonight.