Chapter 223

Carla's eyes burned with hatred as she stared at Isadora, the intensity of her loathing palpable even from across the room.

Isadora's hands trembled. She had truly believed she would never see Carla again in this lifetime.

A police officer, noticing that Carla had suddenly frozen in place, gave her a shove

and led her away.

Isadora watched as Carla's thin, gaunt figure disappeared down the hospital corridor before finally snapping out of her daze.

But her thoughts drifted back to the year she was reunited with the Vaughan family.

She'd been on her way to a part-time job when a luxury car accidentally struck her.

From the backseat emerged an elderly woman with snowy hair, leaning heavily on a cane—Margaret Vaughan, Isadora's grandmother.

kindness, insisting on personally taking Isadora to the hospital to make sure

later, the car's rear door flew open again, and a young woman in a designer dress stepped out. Pearl, every bit the haughty princess, glanced dismissively at Isadora, who was still sprawled on

Just give her

with pictures of a little girl growing up. Most of the photos looked like they'd been snapped in secret, or clipped from old

before. The moment she saw Pearl, she recognized her as the little

She told her granddaughter to get a cab on her own, and

that Isadora learned, to her

absent-mindedly remarked that Isadora and the Vaughans seemed destined to cross paths-even their rare blood type matched. These clues planted a seed of

else, Isadora began to doubt that Carla was truly her mother. Eventually, she gathered her courage and confided everything to Margaret. Margaret never once doubted her story; instead, she helped

day, Carla happened to see the test

locked the doors, her eyes wild with rage, and grabbed

Margaret arrived just in time with help and rescued

rightful place in the Vaughan family, despite fierce resistance, and

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