Chapter 3

Jenna’s sudden agility was startling-didn’t she say she couldn’t stand up because of her injuries?

Realizing her mistake, Jenna collapsed onto the sofa, clutching at her legs with exaggerated distress.

“Ah, my legs! They hurt so much!”

Jeffry’s response was not of anger but of a guilt directed towards Madisyn.

““Madisyn, please understand, Jenna is still very young.

Don’t hold this against her…”

Madisyn had heard this excuse too many times.

“Of course, I wouldn’t retaliate if a dog bit me.

After all, it picks up such behavior from its owners, right?”

With a final sneer that cut through the tense air, Madisyn shouldered her modest bag and strode towards the door, her steps resolute and unwavering.

She did not look back at the family she was leaving behind.

The trio she left in her wake seethed in fury.

Outside, the driver waited, oblivious to the turmoil that had unfolded within the walls of the Chapman family’s house.

Since Jenna’s return, respect for Madisyn from the household staff had waned significantly-even the driver withheld the customary greeting as she approached.

Ignoring his presence, Madisyn strode past him, her posture straight with resolve.

The driver, catching up to her with a hint of urgency in his steps, called out, ““Madisyn, I have been told to drive you to your destination.

Madisyn halted, turning slightly to deliver her response, her tone icy, “No need.

From this moment, I want nothing to do with the Chapman family.

With those final w

rds, she hailed a cab and told the driver the address Jeffry had previously sent to her phone.

The destination was a humble, rundown village, far from the opulence she had known.

disrepair of her biological parents’ home, the air filled with muffled cries that pulled at

she saw many

contrast presented itself: a man in a clean, elegant suit, surrounded by bodyguards, stood in front of a weeping

man turned, his

her, arms

it’s really you! I can’t believe that you’re really alive!” The

Madisyn stood bewildered.

man and why was

teary gazes of the peasant

voice, shaky with confusion, finally

“Mom, Dad, what’s happening?”

his voice

are not

is the rightful daughter of the Chapmans, but

Our baby was stillborn.

paused, motioning towards the well-dressed

is your

eyes flickered to the stranger, noting the undeniable similarities

a document from his briefcase, his hand trembling

hospital, something about you struck me, though I

the Chapmans’ reunion with their real daughter, I had to know if

my suspicions—-you are indeed my

the report, Madisyn saw the

without it, their

a silence filled with tumultuous

this new twist in her already complex

lot to

this is

were born, there was a tragic

to a nurse’s negligence, three families had their

and mistakenly given to us, you

were devastated, thinking we had lost you,” he added,

idea how much

anxiously at the hotel, hoping to

slowly, her gaze shifting back

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