She is the Fake Daughter

to find me while I was desperately tr

rejected multiple times, I set the stack of flyers aside and

e from my bag for a much-needed drink, I he

e whose refined demeanor was ti

cal parents, who had contacted me

as if trying to bridge the years of separation. Her voice trembled with emotion a

nded me the DNA test results co

g well with the elegant young woman beside him, who was named Irene

d at Irene with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, hoping

ful glance at me, crossing her

ionately brushing aside the strands of hair that had fallen across her foreh

er, my hands still in th

"Irene isn't very good with words,"

ntruder, disconnected and unwelcome. My heart grew cold, an

ed to receive as if they finally rememb

petite figure sl

ly. "This must be Kara! I've heard you and Shirley have been

ness and love, and she was showering

We've been searching for you all these years. S

with concern. I felt again that they wer

uncomfortable, signa

d been holding onto, soothing my par

rsation, I asked Kara if

ra messaged me, saying she wasn't feeling well and needed t

ork now!" Kara hurriedly grabbed the flyers,

white, and you shouldn't push yourself like this. How much can you

nsisted she was fine and needed t

r gaze. "Shirley, Kara is your friend. She's clearly unwe

subtle judgment, as if

ugh. I fixed my gaze on Yolanda, searching her expression for something amiss. "Mrs. Barlow, she's an ind

er not by choice but by the dem

ing at Yolanda's arm for an explanatio

olanda's expression shifted, and she quickly adopted a motherly tone. "Why do you still call me Mrs.

all my fault. Shirley was just reunited with you, and now I'v