In that instant, after the car door closed, isolating that absurd farce, the awkward atmosphere inside the car became impossible to mask.My mother, Elizabeth Turner, remained silent by my side after the car set off. Meanwhile, my father, Isaac Sherwood, kept his hands on the wheel as he stole a glance at me through the rearview mirror, a swirl of conflicting emotions visible in that glance."Rosalyn…" Dad began, but trailed off, finding himself at a loss for words.I raised my head and met his gaze. "I'm fine, Dad."I figured they probably thought that someone who had just learned she'd been switched at birth 18 years ago and was meeting her biological parents under such circumstances should have broken down or caused a scene, rather than remaining as calm as I was.It wasn't long before the car pulled smoothly into the hillside villa area and stopped in front of a brightly lit building. The butler, Liam Barton, was already waiting at the entrance. He respectfully opened the car
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