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.

radiated kindness, insisting on personally taking Isadora to the hospital to make sure she was all

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 dismissively at

it. Just give her

with pictures of a little girl growing up. Most of the photos looked like they'd been snapped in

before. The moment she saw Pearl, she recognized

on her own, and then

conversation that Isadora learned, to her astonishment, that she and

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 suspicion deep

Eventually, she gathered her courage and confided

the test results

first time Carla completely lost control-she locked the doors, her eyes wild with rage, and grabbed a kitchen knife,

Margaret arrived just in time with

championed Isadora's return to her rightful place in the Vaughan family, despite fierce resistance,

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