We walked to the orphanage gates. When my sister, Nancy Walker—or perhaps she should now be called Nancy Quill—saw the Maybach parked out front, her eyes lit up.Her adoptive mother, Helen Bronson, took her hand and said, "Nancy, our family isn't actually poor. We were just testing you earlier. We didn't expect you to be such a good kid who doesn't chase after money. From now on, you'll be our little princess."Nancy put on a pleasantly surprised expression. "So that's how it is. Mom, Dad, I'll definitely be good to you and take care of you."Then, she deliberately glanced at me and asked, "Nadia, where's your family's car?"Stephen Colson and Linda Wells, my adoptive parents, fidgeted with their clothes, too embarrassed to say anything.I took the initiative to reach out and hold both their hands, smiling sweetly. "I don't need a car or a big house. I just want Mom and Dad to be with me forever. That's enough."[Damn, the villainess makes me laugh. I bet Nadia is dying of regret
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