FAZER LOGINA year later, my health seemed to have stabilized for good. The charity fund also helped its 100th child.At the celebration, a seven-year-old girl stared at the cake on the table but refused to take a piece no matter what.I asked her, "Do you not like cake?"She shook her head. "I do. But the last piece should go to a better-behaved child."Those words sounded all too familiar.I served her the cake myself and said, "If you like it, go ahead and take it.""But do I deserve to have it?"I crouched down and looked at her. "You do. Cake isn't some kind of prize. You don't need to earn it by being well-behaved."She took a cautious bite, and her eyes immediately lit up. I suddenly found myself smiling, too.As it turned out, I didn't need to go back to the past to heal my wounded inner child. Giving the advice the younger me should've received to another child in the same situation worked just as well.Mom and Dad messaged me once every week. They didn't pressure me to come hom
The new party was held after three days. The media, company shareholders, and all the friends and relatives of both the Harmon and Steele families were all in attendance.Someone whispered, "She's only just returned to the family, and she's already forced out the adopted daughter. She's pretty ruthless.""The family elders even gave her shares in the company. I bet she'd been plotting this from the start.""Being sick was only an act. She's just a manipulative schemer."I heard them, but I didn't retreat to the staff area. I walked to the main table, pulled out the chair labeled Wendy Harmon, and sat down.Jasper stepped onto the stage and picked up the microphone. "Half of what that article online said was true."The audience erupted in an uproar.Mom's face was pale, but she followed him onto the stage. "Melanie, the daughter we raised, was indeed taken away by the police."Dad took over. "But Wendy, our biological daughter, didn't force her out. We were the ones who called t
The day I was discharged from the hospital, the Harmons arrived in three cars. Mom and Dad came in one, Jasper came in another, and my grandparents came in the third.I headed toward the last one without even thinking about it.Jasper stood beside the car door, his hand still raised as though he'd been about to open it for me."It's fine. I deserve that," he said with a rueful smile.No one responded.When we returned to the Harmon residence, the ornamental pond by the entrance had already been filled in.Mom had personally prepared a room for me. This time, it wasn't Melanie's old art studio or one of the guest bedrooms. It was a newly renovated bedroom that belonged solely to me.There were no extravagant evening gowns in the closet, just clothes Eric had prepared in my size.The necklace with the massive sapphire was on the table.Mom stood in the doorway, not wanting to put me off by coming in."Your Grandma Polly wants you to have it. If you don't like it, you don't have
Susan was soon brought in for questioning. The first thing she did when she entered the room wasn't to admit her guilt. Instead, she shouted at Melanie, "Everything I did was for your sake!"Melanie recoiled as if she'd been burned. "Don't talk to me!"Susan continued shouting frantically, "You were such a healthy and beautiful baby! Why should you have had to suffer with me? She was born sick. She wouldn't have survived anyway. Sending her to an orphanage was already more than good enough for her!"Grandma Naomi grabbed a water glass, ready to throw it at her, but Grandpa George stopped her. "Don't dirty your hands for the likes of her."I stared at Susan. So, I hadn't been born believing I was unworthy. Someone had taught me that on the very first day of my life.At the orphanage, I would give away the last piece of cake even though I wanted it. When I came first in class, I would say the test had been easy. When someone complimented me, I always expected them to mock me in the
When I woke up, only my grandparents were around in the hospital room.Grandpa Edgar was peeling an apple, though he was doing a terrible job of it. He'd gouged out a lot of the flesh in the process.Grandpa George looked at it disdainfully. "Did a dog chew up that apple?"Grandpa Edgar put down the knife. "If you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it."They were about to start bickering when they noticed I was awake and clammed up at once.I instinctively shrank beneath the blanket. "Is this room really expensive?"Grandma Naomi stuffed the hospital invoice into a drawer. "Why would it be expensive? Your Grandpa Edgar owns this hospital."Grandpa Edgar immediately corrected her, "I only own a part of it.""That still makes it practically hers," she retorted.That comment made me stiffen. Mine?That notion sounded more foreign to me than anything I'd ever heard.Suddenly, I heard an argument outside the door. Mom wanted to come in, but Grandma Polly refused to let h
Grandma Naomi was the first to rush over and catch me in her arms. "Quick! Call an ambulance!"When Grandpa George saw the things I'd left on the table, his expression hardened.Grandma Polly knelt beside me, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her phone. "Wendy, can you hear me?"Mom finally snapped out of her daze and tried to reach for me, but Grandpa Edgar stood in her way."Don't touch her."Mom froze. "Dad, I'm her mother."Looking her in the eye, Grandpa Edgar said in a quiet but alarmingly cold voice, "Aren't you the one who said you'd prefer it if you guys never brought her back?"A silence fell over the living room.Jasper was pale as he explained, "It was just some heated words said in a moment of anger, Grandpa Edgar.""Just some heated words, you say?"Grandma Naomi whipped her head up. "Wendy has a weak heart, yet you people went on and on about how undeserving she is, each one more cruel than the last! What's the matter? You didn't want to waste th







