It was a hot summer day. The downpour seemed to make the climate more humid. The bus was teeming with people.

Janet Lind got out of the bus with her luggage. As she looked around, her gaze landed on Bernie Lind — he was standing at the exit of the bus station. He looked much older now, and his hair had turned grey. “Dad,” she called, biting her lip.

“Come on, let’s go home. Your mom has cooked all your favorite food because you’re coming back.” Bernie smiled, the corner of his eyes creasing with wrinkles. He took the suitcase from her hand and put it into the trunk.

Janet’s breathing faltered.

Bernie and Fiona Duncan weren’t her biological parents. She was only adoptive. The couple had stopped caring about her like their own after giving birth to a daughter.

She knew Bernie was kind and enthusiastic to her today because he and Fiona were expecting her to marry in place of her sister.

The car drove through the bustling downtown and entered a luxurious villa community.

Seacisco had changed a lot in the past few years.

Bernie opened the door and entered the villa with Janet’s suitcase.

Janet followed him in. As soon as she stepped on the carpet, she heard a maid screaming, “Oh, God! Step out! You’re dirtying the carpet. I just changed it today. Look at your shoes! They’re covered in mud. You’ve ruined everything.”

Janet flinched back at the deafening voice.

her shoes. A

maid was deliberately

the sound of soft footsteps reverberated across

hair around her finger as she happily looked at the door. The smile on her face froze the moment she saw

countryside to be raised by other people. She felt a pang of jealousy because Janet had become more beautiful now. Jocelyn had always

the maid. “Why

are covered in mud,” the maid said

house even if she has

turned around and sashayed into the living room,

quickly strutted to the shoe cabinet, pulled out a pair of shoe covers from the drawer, and threw it at Janet. “You

Janet’s heart. She put on the plastic shoe covers and looked up, anger blazing in her

couldn’t argue with them before

lost her appetite, so she couldn’t

Fiona sat beside

in her fifties. “Since you have made up your mind, the wedding will

something first. Will you give me the

It was a

able to conceive, the couple had

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