The Obedient True Heiress

My foster mother shoved me out of the car when she fled.

I hit my head hard, leaving me with the mind of a five-year-old.

After that, I became even more docile, more obedient.

When my birth parents finally found me, the fake daughter wouldn't let me in, throwing a fit and threatening to kill herself.

She stood by the shallow pool, barely a foot deep, wailing about jumping in, "If this family can't accept me, then I'll just die!"

But she just stood there, hesitating.

I innocently walked over, cautiously extending my hands, and pushed her in.

"Scarlett, I'll help you."

A splash!