Sophia nodded, without even looking at Emily. She bent down and grabbed my hand, saying gently, "Are you willing to go home with me?"
Home?
Would I have a home?
I nodded blankly.
In this way, I was adopted by the Wilson family.
The Wilson family's business was ranked among the top three locally. My adoptive parents Sophia and David were busy with work, so they asked my brother Eric to take me to visit my new home.
Eric wore a shirt and a pair of black-framed glasses. Although he was only at the age of ten, he looked particularly calm.
"Adele, this is your room." He took me into the specially tidied princess room, which was pink and warm.
There were clothes in the closet that Sophia had asked someone to prepare in advance, and the big bed was filled with dolls.
Obviously, they valued their adopted child very much.
Eric pushed his glasses with a serious face.
"Mom is a germaphobe. Change your clothes first. We'll go downstairs and eat together."
"Okay," I said with a smile.
After reuniting with Emily in my previous life, she often complained to me that Sophia was strict with her.
"Adele, you have no idea what a miserable life I have in the Wilson family." With red eyes, Emily complained aggrievedly, "On the first day I was adopted, my mother asked me to change my clothes. She even said I had no manners when I ate.
"She doesn't allow me to make any noise while eating or put all the food on my plate."
Emily always liked to describe herself as a weak person, telling me how badly the Wilson family treated her and how painful her life was.
I knew the plot when I was sixteen, and I lived a totally different life from her to highlight how well she was doing.
That year, Emily met Bruce and became a lovestruck girl.
She skipped classes and drank in the bar, but she was still doted on by the Wilson family. After Bruce spread the details of their sex, Emily couldn't stay in school anymore, so the Wilson family sent her abroad to study, with a tuition fee of two million dollars a year.
I dropped out of high school when I was a sophomore.
I had good grades at that time. When I dropped out, my teacher looked at me with regret and said, "Why don't you hold on for another two years? With your grades, you will be admitted to a famous university."
I smiled bitterly. The director was diagnosed with cancer some time ago, so I had to drop out of school and work to support the kids in the orphanage.