Chapter 2

Hera felt completely stunned.

All of a sudden, the sound of an approaching aircraft grew louder. Bernard’s backup had arrived.

Hera looked up and saw a helicopter hovering above. The helicopter’s door slid open, and a ladder lowered down. A man dressed in camouflage, similar to Bernard’s attire, descended from above.

Hera swiftly dashed away.

Bernard pushed himself up, his eyes following her disappearing figure. With a pleased grin, he mumbled, “So, you were hiding here. I’ll be back for you.”

At the foot of the mountain, two sleek black BMWs were parked in front of a rundown house. The yard was bustling with curious bystanders.

In the living room, Catherine welcomed the Everetts, who had arrived from the city.

James Everett, Lilith Cresswell, and their daughter, Giselle Everett, who had been mistakenly taken at birth and raised by them, were here.

The three’s impeccable attire clashed sharply with the shabby state of the living room.

Giselle scowled at the worn cup before her, feeling a wave of repulsion. She glanced around the living room, taking in the peeling paint on the walls and the chaotic mess of herbs scattered across the floor.

To make matters worse, there wasn’t even an air conditioner in the house on this scorching summer day. Instead, an old ceiling fan whirred above, its irritating squeak only adding to her discomfort.

The idea that Giselle was part of this rundown family was unbearable to her. She was firmly convinced that she was meant to be an Everett.

Giselle clung to James’ arm, looking upset. “Dad, it’s sweltering in here. Does Hera not want to see me because she thinks I stole her parents?”

“What are you talking about? It wasn’t your fault to be mistakenly taken at birth. Why would she blame you?” James snapped.

take Hera back to their home. As for Giselle, they had raised her for 17 years and had

she taking so long?” Giselle seemed even sadder. She turned to Catherine. “Um, could

like she was instructing a housekeeper

a sigh as she observed Giselle’s behavior. She was about to stand up, but James intervened, “It’s fine. Let’s give her

Finding their biological daughter had been an arduous journey, and she wasn’t

persuasively, a clear voice was heard speaking from outside,

heads turned toward the doorway, where a tall, slender young woman

with a certain aloofness which hinted

noticed the large tear in

Catherine approached

reassured her,

dress and added, “I just… accidentally

then everyone realized Hera’s dress was dirty

was overcome with disgust. She hadn’t anticipated Hera not even having decent clothes to wear. She made a firm decision never to return to this shabby place

make another one for you,” Catherine assured. She gestured toward the group and said,

gaze on James. He wore a suit, had thick hair, and was slightly overweight. Despite being in his late 40s, he looked more like he was in

the sultry and rundown place, only to be greeted by Hera, who was dressed in tattered

Hera’s lack of courtesy. She didn’t bother to

the mountain,” Hera explained, her eyes cast downward. Her long eyelashes

she seemed, James couldn’t bring himself to

on,

turned away, ready to leave as

Hera’s hand, checking for injuries. “Hera, I’m your mother. Let

mirrored that of Hera’s adoptive mother,

fine. Thank you,” Hera

to pull Lilith away.

She then turned to Hera and said, “Let’s head home. Your father’s

nodded and said

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