The Billionaire's Daughter: From Gutting Fish to Gutting the Fake Heiress's Plot Chapter 2

We pulled up to the mansion, and a girl looking to be exactly my age was waiting at the front door.

She was wearing a pristine white sundress with a delicate little flower pinned in her hair. She looked beautiful.

My mom rushed over and hugged her, rubbing her back. "Sophia, Mommy's home."

I clutched Buddy to my chest and hid behind my dad.

I was so dirty; I didn't want to stain that perfect white dress.

Dad pulled me out from behind him. I awkwardly watched the mother and daughter holding each other.

The girl turned, wanting to hug Dad, but she hesitated and didn't step forward.

I tactfully stepped aside to give them space, but Dad pulled me right back. "This is your sister. She was adopted, but we've raised her like our own flesh and blood all these years, so she is your real sister."

I nodded, vigorously wiped my free hand on my dirty apron, and reached out. "Hi, sister!"

She looked at me with absolute terror and quickly glanced at Mom.

"Does sister think I'm dirty?" I asked Dad.

Tears welled up in Dad's eyes. He reached out and grabbed my hovering, outstretched hand. "Mia is not dirty."

Mom finally snapped out of it. Looking at me with a face full of guilt, she asked the housekeeper, Maria, to take me upstairs to get cleaned up.

Honestly, I really wasn't dirty! I took a shower every single day after selling fish!

It was my first time ever soaking in a real bathtub. Everything was so fascinating.

Meanwhile, Maria was washing Buddy in the sink. Turns out, Buddy wasn't a yellow dog—he was actually a white dog.

I sweatdropped a little at that.