When I am a real daughter, I choose to leave

Chapter 4

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So, when I first started seeing the floating comments, I didn't react much.

After all, what did blood relation matter?

His calculations against me had begun even before I met him.

From the comments flashing across the air, I also pieced together the truth of what happened years ago.

When I was three months old, my mother and father had an argument. In a fit of anger, my mother took me and drove away.

After two hours on the road, she was too exhausted and fell asleep after pulling the car over.

When she woke up, I was gone.

From then on, she often fell into her own emotions, unable to pull herself out.

Six months after I went missing, my aunt gave birth to a daughter but passed away from massive hemorrhage.

After discussion, that child was adopted by my parents and took my mother's surname.

That child became my mother's lifeline.

And my two brothers regarded her as their own sister.

As for me, I was passed around by human traffickers and sold to another place.

Jade, like me, was a trafficked child.

The difference was, I was a baby and didn't remember anything.

Jade was four, with memories of her parents, but she could never find her family.

After Jade fell ill, she was always worried I'd be alone in the future. She dragged me to the police station to register a missing person report and provide a blood sample for DNA registration.

Actually, before my match results with Shawn came out, I had received news from the police station about the DNA matching for finding relatives.

I thought Liam must have also received the news; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so anxious.

After seeing me, he immediately arranged for my hospitalization.

Most importantly, I didn't believe that if other Vance family members knew about this, they would choose to let me stand by idly.

I, on the contrary, felt that the possibility of them guilt-tripping me was much higher.

After all, the child they'd raised for over twenty years and the child they'd lost for over twenty years—their feelings for the two definitely wouldn't be the same.

Which one was more important? Did it even need to be said?