Intertwined Destinies: The Real and Fake Daughter

"Isla, can we talk?"

I nodded but didn't open the door. "Let's talk like this."

Dylan took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze, and his voice was hoarse.

"Back then, Ian had cancer. He spread rumors that Lydia looked like Mom to give her a better life. Then he somehow got your blood. He swapped it, and let Lydia take your place.

"Isla, you are their biological daughter and my sister."

Dylan finished speaking and looked up at me. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "I knew long ago that the blood Lydia took for testing was mine because she deliberately scratched my finger. I didn't say anything."

Seeing his surprised expression, I continued.

"That night, if any of you had looked at me a few more times, I would have exposed their lies. But no one did. In your eyes, I was already unworthy of the Jones name.

"So I go by Vivian Walker. Mr. Jones, please remember that."

3

Everyone fell silent.

Freya suddenly rubbed her head against my pant leg, occasionally looking up at me.

She seemed to say, "I want to go out and play."

But Dylan was standing at the door. How could I take her out? I bent down to pick up Freya and comforted her while waiting for Dylan's response.

Time passed slowly in this tense situation.

Dylan laughed softly and said, "So you knew all along..."

His voice had a tone of helplessness, probably not expecting that I had allowed all this.

"So, there's nothing to talk about. I don't hate you all, and that's it."

After saying that, I prepared to close the door and ignore him.

Dylan panicked. "I didn't come with any other intentions. Mom and Dad just want to see you. It's not what you think."

I looked at him amusingly. "What do you think I'm thinking?"

Dylan was stunned. After realizing, he hurriedly tried to explain, but I didn't want to listen anymore. Or maybe it was just too late.

I stopped smiling. I turned around impatiently and kicked the door shut with a bang. It returned to silence, and Freya jumped out of my arms.

She was already ten years old. Her steps were a bit slow, no longer as energetic as she used to be.

I squatted down and called her name, but she ignored me and lay on the balcony to nap.

I thought that would be the end of it. The Jones family were respectable people and knew when to back off.

However, I was sunbathing on the balcony at 3 PM.

Looking down, I saw Dylan getting out of a car with many people behind him. They were carrying furniture and luggage. It looked like Dylan wasn't giving up and was moving into the building.

Coincidentally, my neighbor across the hall was renting out their apartment these days.

I wondered how difficult it must have been to find a matching kidney for Isaac. They just had to come after me.

Dylan quickly came upstairs. A few minutes later, as expected, there was a knock on the door.

He knew I was home, and I knew he was outside.

So when I didn't open the door, Dylan straightforwardly said, "Vivian, I bought your favorite cherries and strawberries. They're by the door."

The old house had poor sound insulation, so his voice clearly reached my ears. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I jumped up from the recliner. I didn't even put on my shoes and opened the door.