Chapter 2

So, that very evening.

I proactively approached them and confessed:

"Mom and Dad, I overheard your entire conversation and your plans."

"You don't need to worry; I agree with everything you talked about."

As my words fell, my adoptive parents exchanged a stunned look.

Then, they asked, both surprised and delighted:

"You heard it all? And you agree with everything?"

I nodded decisively. "Yes."

Mr. Anderson's voice trembled slightly as he cautiously asked again:

"Daisy, are you sure you don't want to think it over? This is about your future, after all…"

What was there to think about? Isn't it only right for the rightful heir to come home and reclaim their place?

I kept nodding. "No need to consider, I agree to everything."

Mrs. Anderson, who had been lost in thought, finally snapped out of it.

Her worried expression vanished.

She grabbed my hand, incredibly excited:

"That's wonderful! I was so worried you wouldn't agree…"

"Oh, my good girl! Even if you find your birth mother someday, you'll still call me Mom. Thinking about that makes me so happy…"

With that.

Mrs. Anderson took off the emerald bracelet from her wrist.

She slid it onto my hand:

"Good girl, your grandmother passed this down to me, and now I'm passing it to you…"

Mom cherished that bracelet immensely.

She never let anyone see it easily.

But now she had given it directly to me.

It was clear.

How much she hoped that I and the soon-to-be-home real heir could coexist peacefully.

I gazed blankly at the sparkling bracelet on my wrist.

And secretly made a resolution.

I absolutely had to be good to that real heir.