"Serena, listen to me. Let Margaret give it a try. There's a high chance that unrelated strangers may be a bone marrow match," my husband, Ian Glock, urged me anxiously.Our ten-year-old daughter, Maisie Glock, was sick. She had leukemia, and she urgently needed a bone marrow transplant. However, things weren't going our way. The HLA test showed that I wasn't a match. Not only was I unable to donate my bone marrow, but the doctor also delivered shocking news—the daughter I had cherished and loved for ten years wasn't biologically mine.I found this hard to swallow. This was the child I had carried for ten months, the one I had nearly died giving birth to. Back then, she had looked nothing like me and took after Ian instead. Still, I never doubted it. There was an old wives' tale that daughters who resembled their fathers would have a prosperous life ahead. However, as Maisie grew up, I started to notice that her temperament was entirely different from mine—and even from Ian's.T
"Alright, thank you, Serena. His name is Cain Lonsdale," Margaret said with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, making no effort to hide her glee. To her, I had always been the rich girl who was nice and overly generous—a gullible heiress, in other words. But as the one who is next in line to inherit the Johanssen family's business, how could I be some bimbo for others to manipulate? She had mistaken my tolerance of her petty schemes as proof of my stupidity and failed to realize I had merely considered her to be kind of acceptable as a friend. I never expected her shamelessness would escalate to the point of swapping my child and giving him such a name.My entire body shook with anger. I wanted nothing more than to beat this vile pair of scoundrels before tossing them into the open sea to feed the sharks. However, I couldn't act just yet. These two had deceived me for ten years. They had let my biological child suffer while I unknowingly raised their child as my own. If
"Oh, Sweetie. I'm not being kind to you because of your mother. I'm telling you this because there's a chance I might actually be your mom," I said to Cain.I decided not to beat around the bush. Cain needed to know eventually. And the sooner he knew, the better it was for me. After I said that, the atmosphere between us grew strangely silent. I thought my words might have been too overwhelming for a ten-year-old boy. But when Cain finally spoke, his first words shocked me.He remarked, "No wonder. I always wondered how a mother could despise her child and not love him."His thin frame, which was now wrapped in high-end children's clothes, carried a forlorn air with a faint trace of self-deprecating bitterness. At that moment, I felt like the DNA test was unnecessary—I was sure this was my child.Still, I couldn't skip any steps. I had to follow through to ensure that the vile couple who caused this separation would pay dearly for their actions. I would see to it that the fake da
When I arrived at the hospital with Cain, who was now dressed in decent clothes that kept him warm, I found that Margaret had already checked into a VIP hospital room.Of course, this was done by using my credit card to pay for it.The moment I stepped into the room, I was greeted by an infuriating sight that I wished I could sear away from my memory.Margaret was getting an IV inserted while leaning her whole body into Ian's embrace. Only one of her arms was exposed, and in a sickly cloying voice, she asked, "Ian, is it done yet?"Ian was gently stroking her head as if to comfort her. At the same time, he scolded the nurse and demanded, "Be gentle! Don't hurt my dear!" The nurse's patience was clearly at its limit as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. Unable to watch any longer, I cleared my throat noisily. Upon seeing me standing by the door, Ian immediately shoved Margaret away. Unfortunately, the nurse was still applying tape to secure the IV needle. His sudden and unexpe
The agreement was straightforward. It stipulated that Margaret would voluntarily donate her bone marrow stem cells to the child of Ian Glock and his wife. In return, Ian and his wife would cover all of Margaret's hospital expenses and all her future living costs.Ian glanced at it and seemed very pleased. At work, people often referred to us as "Ms. Johanssen" and "Ms. Johanssen's husband" respectively. So, it was rare for Ian to take the lead when being referred to.He quickly signed his name without waiting for me to review the document. Then, he handed it to Margaret to sign.Well, look at that—everyone seemed happy with this arrangement. It was perfect. "Ian and his wife" seemed pretty satisfied, and that was all that mattered.…When I took Atlas to the vital records office and ran a search, I discovered something shocking.Margaret had never bothered to file a birth certificate for Atlas due to having to fork out a meager 50-dollar filing fee. Despite Atlas being ten year
People always seemed to enjoy the classic story of a poor man abandoning a rich woman to pursue his true love. But this time, the narrative would take an unexpected turn that would disappoint many. The rich woman woke up and decided to put a stop to being a lovesick fool. She would tear the deceitful ladder climber apart with her own two hands.…As the media buzz intensified, Johanssen Group called for a board meeting.At the meeting, many of my family elders who had never been on my side immediately went on the offensive. They argued that I had no right to inherit the Johanssen family's business as a pampered heiress. Some even suggested that Ian should take over the family business as the competent former son-in-law. Others proposed that Maisie should take the Johanssen family name and inherit Johanssen Group to keep the ownership within the family.I sat there watching coldly as my extended relatives—my so-called family—casually discussed how to divide the wealth and legacy
After handling the affairs of Johanssen Group, I sent all the information Simeon had gathered along with the evidence I had to the media. It was time to close the net on Ian.…The day my exposé went public, Maisie was in surgery. Ian and Margaret were busy preparing for the procedure, so they were oblivious to the storm brewing outside. Ian even swiped my card to buy Margaret an array of expensive supplements. He could spend as much money as he liked—every penny would be paid back in spades.I glanced at the trending topics and saw that eight out of ten of them were about the shocking family scandal that I had released.Most netizens expressed outrage on my behalf, but there were dissenting voices too."How do we know this isn't just a publicity stunt by the Johanssen family? First, there was that scandal about the general manager, and now there's this swap from birth drama.""Yeah. Could this all be a ploy to manipulate stock prices after the recent dip?""Agreed. Anyone sym
"What did you just say, you wretched child?" Margaret screamed.Ignoring the tubes attached to her, she tried to lunge at Atlas. However, the bodyguards behind me stepped forward and restrained her."Enough, Margaret, Ian! Do you really want me to spell out everything you've done? The whole city knows about it now. For ten years, the heiress of the Johanssen family had been deceived into raising a sickly child who wasn't hers. "And how did you treat my son? Ian, Atlas is your son, isn't he? You gave Margaret 200 thousand dollars a month, yet she couldn't even treat him decently! He's ten years old but doesn't even have a birth certificate!" I bellowed.Ian turned to look at Margaret in shock. "What the hell, Margaret? You told me that you needed 500 thousand dollars to file a birth certificate for him, and I'd given it to you! I can't believe you never got it done after getting the money from me!"Faced with her own exposed misdeeds, Margaret began to wail and cry foul. "I can't
After handling the affairs of Johanssen Group, I sent all the information Simeon had gathered along with the evidence I had to the media. It was time to close the net on Ian.…The day my exposé went public, Maisie was in surgery. Ian and Margaret were busy preparing for the procedure, so they were oblivious to the storm brewing outside. Ian even swiped my card to buy Margaret an array of expensive supplements. He could spend as much money as he liked—every penny would be paid back in spades.I glanced at the trending topics and saw that eight out of ten of them were about the shocking family scandal that I had released.Most netizens expressed outrage on my behalf, but there were dissenting voices too."How do we know this isn't just a publicity stunt by the Johanssen family? First, there was that scandal about the general manager, and now there's this swap from birth drama.""Yeah. Could this all be a ploy to manipulate stock prices after the recent dip?""Agreed. Anyone sym
People always seemed to enjoy the classic story of a poor man abandoning a rich woman to pursue his true love. But this time, the narrative would take an unexpected turn that would disappoint many. The rich woman woke up and decided to put a stop to being a lovesick fool. She would tear the deceitful ladder climber apart with her own two hands.…As the media buzz intensified, Johanssen Group called for a board meeting.At the meeting, many of my family elders who had never been on my side immediately went on the offensive. They argued that I had no right to inherit the Johanssen family's business as a pampered heiress. Some even suggested that Ian should take over the family business as the competent former son-in-law. Others proposed that Maisie should take the Johanssen family name and inherit Johanssen Group to keep the ownership within the family.I sat there watching coldly as my extended relatives—my so-called family—casually discussed how to divide the wealth and legacy
The agreement was straightforward. It stipulated that Margaret would voluntarily donate her bone marrow stem cells to the child of Ian Glock and his wife. In return, Ian and his wife would cover all of Margaret's hospital expenses and all her future living costs.Ian glanced at it and seemed very pleased. At work, people often referred to us as "Ms. Johanssen" and "Ms. Johanssen's husband" respectively. So, it was rare for Ian to take the lead when being referred to.He quickly signed his name without waiting for me to review the document. Then, he handed it to Margaret to sign.Well, look at that—everyone seemed happy with this arrangement. It was perfect. "Ian and his wife" seemed pretty satisfied, and that was all that mattered.…When I took Atlas to the vital records office and ran a search, I discovered something shocking.Margaret had never bothered to file a birth certificate for Atlas due to having to fork out a meager 50-dollar filing fee. Despite Atlas being ten year
When I arrived at the hospital with Cain, who was now dressed in decent clothes that kept him warm, I found that Margaret had already checked into a VIP hospital room.Of course, this was done by using my credit card to pay for it.The moment I stepped into the room, I was greeted by an infuriating sight that I wished I could sear away from my memory.Margaret was getting an IV inserted while leaning her whole body into Ian's embrace. Only one of her arms was exposed, and in a sickly cloying voice, she asked, "Ian, is it done yet?"Ian was gently stroking her head as if to comfort her. At the same time, he scolded the nurse and demanded, "Be gentle! Don't hurt my dear!" The nurse's patience was clearly at its limit as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. Unable to watch any longer, I cleared my throat noisily. Upon seeing me standing by the door, Ian immediately shoved Margaret away. Unfortunately, the nurse was still applying tape to secure the IV needle. His sudden and unexpe
"Oh, Sweetie. I'm not being kind to you because of your mother. I'm telling you this because there's a chance I might actually be your mom," I said to Cain.I decided not to beat around the bush. Cain needed to know eventually. And the sooner he knew, the better it was for me. After I said that, the atmosphere between us grew strangely silent. I thought my words might have been too overwhelming for a ten-year-old boy. But when Cain finally spoke, his first words shocked me.He remarked, "No wonder. I always wondered how a mother could despise her child and not love him."His thin frame, which was now wrapped in high-end children's clothes, carried a forlorn air with a faint trace of self-deprecating bitterness. At that moment, I felt like the DNA test was unnecessary—I was sure this was my child.Still, I couldn't skip any steps. I had to follow through to ensure that the vile couple who caused this separation would pay dearly for their actions. I would see to it that the fake da
"Alright, thank you, Serena. His name is Cain Lonsdale," Margaret said with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, making no effort to hide her glee. To her, I had always been the rich girl who was nice and overly generous—a gullible heiress, in other words. But as the one who is next in line to inherit the Johanssen family's business, how could I be some bimbo for others to manipulate? She had mistaken my tolerance of her petty schemes as proof of my stupidity and failed to realize I had merely considered her to be kind of acceptable as a friend. I never expected her shamelessness would escalate to the point of swapping my child and giving him such a name.My entire body shook with anger. I wanted nothing more than to beat this vile pair of scoundrels before tossing them into the open sea to feed the sharks. However, I couldn't act just yet. These two had deceived me for ten years. They had let my biological child suffer while I unknowingly raised their child as my own. If
"Serena, listen to me. Let Margaret give it a try. There's a high chance that unrelated strangers may be a bone marrow match," my husband, Ian Glock, urged me anxiously.Our ten-year-old daughter, Maisie Glock, was sick. She had leukemia, and she urgently needed a bone marrow transplant. However, things weren't going our way. The HLA test showed that I wasn't a match. Not only was I unable to donate my bone marrow, but the doctor also delivered shocking news—the daughter I had cherished and loved for ten years wasn't biologically mine.I found this hard to swallow. This was the child I had carried for ten months, the one I had nearly died giving birth to. Back then, she had looked nothing like me and took after Ian instead. Still, I never doubted it. There was an old wives' tale that daughters who resembled their fathers would have a prosperous life ahead. However, as Maisie grew up, I started to notice that her temperament was entirely different from mine—and even from Ian's.T