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.

taking Isadora to the hospital to make sure

moment 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

all the time. Don't fall for it. Just give her

treasured photo album-one filled with pictures of a little girl growing up. Most of

look at that album before. The moment she saw Pearl,

cab on her own, and then personally took Isadora to the hospital

learned, to her astonishment, that she and Pearl

at the hospital, Margaret 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

mother. Eventually, she gathered her courage and confided everything to Margaret. Margaret never once doubted her story; instead,

the test results

her eyes wild with rage, and grabbed a kitchen knife, aiming it

arrived just in time with help

family, despite fierce resistance,

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