Not Only Am I the Real Heiress, But I Also Have A Charmed Life Chapter 2

Back home, my adoptive father was tinkering with jade stones, while my adoptive mother was cooking in the kitchen.

The rich aroma of the food filled our not-so-spacious house, but compared to the Fosters’ luxurious mansion, it felt much more homely.

“Sophie, you’re back.”

My adoptive father put down his magnifying glass, smiling at me, “How do you feel?”

My adoptive mother peeked out from the kitchen.

I looked at them and suddenly knelt down before them, kowtowing three times loudly, “From now on, I’m your biological daughter. No one else can replace me.”

Originally, I only wanted to meet the person who gave me life, but now, it was even better. I didn’t need any reason to meet them anymore.

I could peacefully stay with my adoptive parents who raised me.

The two elders looked puzzled, “Did we bully you?”

“They already have a daughter on their side.”

I briefly explained the situation with the Fosters, which made my adoptive parents angry, “We’re going to hold them accountable!”

I stopped my adoptive parents.

“Each family has their own lives; as long as everyone is okay, that’s all that matters.”

The Fosters’ disdain for me was already ingrained deep in their bones. I didn’t want my adoptive parents to suffer from their self-righteous, condescending disdain.

“Then you…”

My adoptive mother, holding a spatula, had a face full of uncontainable pain and worry.

I smiled and winked at her, “Unless you and Rich Foster don’t want me anymore, otherwise I’ll stay with you forever.”

“You silly child.”

My adoptive mother choked up, and my adoptive father nodded contentedly, his eyes also slightly moist.

“We will always love you, and you don’t lack their love.”

“Yeah, our Sullivan daughter was also spoiled growing up. If the Fosters don’t want her, we certainly cherish her.”

They both vied to comfort me, afraid I was upset.

But I was fine.

I had never had any illusions about the Fosters, so being rejected by them felt just a bit laughable.

“Sophie, look at this.”

My adoptive father excitedly pulled a box out of the house, pushing it towards me, “Look, look.”

Under his urging, I opened the box, inside was a jade appraisal certificate.

I was quite confused.

My adoptive father dealt with stones, so he had settled our family in the Colorado Mining District. Thanks to his good eye, our home wasn’t lavish, but it was prosperous and comfortable.

However, the mining district’s environment wasn’t great, and I loved to follow my father tinkering with stones, so I was always dusty and earthy.

Probably why the Fosters called me a country girl.

But my father had plenty of such certificates; what was so different about this one?

“You remember the big stone I asked you to buy the other day, what do you think is inside?”

My father, seeing my confusion, began giving me hints. Thinking back, I remembered that stone was quite large and cost him $200.

We had bought it by chance on the way back from the paternity test.

With so many things happening, I had forgotten about it.

“Emerald?”

“Or maybe a diamond?”

I guessed a few, and my father nodded and shook his head, confusing me even more.

My adoptive mother laughed and scolded him, “You just like to tease Sophie on purpose. Hurry up and tell her already.”

“It’s a high-quality ice jade, spring-tinted purple.”

My father stopped teasing, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely, “Sophie, you’re my lucky charm. If you hadn’t insisted on buying that stone, I wouldn’t have.”

“There’s plenty of value inside.”

Talking about the back, my father was already laughing like a child, “Honey, cook a few more dishes tonight, I want to drink some wine!”

My adoptive mother chuckled, giving him a playful look, but still went back to the kitchen to get busy.

I was stunned.

Could it be that I was truly a Lucky Charm?

“Sophie, Dad showing you this is to tell you that our family can also have money.”

My father suddenly looked at me solemnly, with a hint of sadness and apology, “I originally thought of letting you live a more affluent life, but the Fosters bullied you. From now on, if other girls have it, our girl will too. We’re not any different from them.”

“Dad…”

My throat caught, tears welled up.

I had never disliked my parents, nor thought our family was any worse than others. On the contrary, I felt very happy.

Because my adoptive parents truly loved me.

The Fosters, no matter how good they were, lacked familial affection. The people around me had been caring for me meticulously since I was born. Although not blood-related, the bond was deeply rooted in my veins and bones.

Besides, I believed our family would definitely surpass the Fosters in the future.

It definitely would.