Switched at Birth… or So She Thought

Right then, the door to Trevor's office creaked open. Then, I watched as my parents entered, followed by a group of shareholders.

My father was the first to speak. "Trevor, you said that there was something urgent. What's going on?"

"Yeah. What could be so serious that it threatens the survival of Crawford Group?" my mother added.

Trevor shot me a glance before answering, "Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, if you hadn't shown up, the company would have fallen into the hands of an outsider."

Startled, the shareholders turned to me, eager for an explanation. Yet, all I could offer was a wry smile and a helpless shake of my head. I was just as lost as they were.

At that moment, Pamela approached my parents before dropping to her knees with a heavy thud. "Dad! Mom!" she cried out.

My parents were momentarily stunned. They then instinctively took a step back.

My father pointed at Pamela, his voice sharp as he questioned, "Who are you? I've never done anything to betray my wife! Lorelai and Shane are my only children!"

"Mom, Dad, the maternity nurse, Tabitha Baker, switched me with Lorelai. I'm your biological daughter!" Pamela explained, her voice choking with sobs.

She continued, "For as long as I can remember, Tabitha would hit and yell at me whenever she was upset. Worse, I often went hungry.

"I didn't understand why she was so cruel when I was young. She was my mom, after all. But then, one day, I saw the hospital's surveillance footage. That was when I discovered that I wasn't her biological daughter."

The impact of her words was clear as tears welled up in everyone's eyes.

However, my father was someone who had seen it all. Hence, he wasn't easily swayed. He demanded, "Do you have any proof?"

Pamela didn't hesitate. She pulled out her phone and projected the video onto the large screen.

The footage was over 20 years old, from when my mom had given birth to me. Since it was a private hospital, the place was equipped with surveillance cameras.

It was a short clip that showed a maternity nurse entering my mom's ward and emerging with a baby in her arms. Not long after, she returned with another child dressed in the same clothes.

But because the footage was so old, the quality was too poor to confirm whether the two babies were the same.

My mother watched the entire thing in silence. Then, she collapsed onto the couch and burst into tears. "How could this happen? Tell me this isn't true! I was with my baby the whole time. How could the nurse have switched her?"

My dad, on the other hand, said nothing. Yet, his face had turned ashen.

It seemed like my parents were starting to waver, though they still looked unconvinced. Seizing the opportunity, Trevor pushed harder.

"Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, this mistake has already been made and needs to be fixed now. Otherwise, someone will exploit the situation. Pamela has suffered enough. We need to make things right for her."

His gaze shifted to me as he added, "And anyone who doesn't belong here should be shown the way out."

Almost immediately, the room was filled with the sound of shareholders whispering among themselves.

"He's right. If Lorelai isn't the biological daughter of the Crawford family, she shouldn't be vice president," someone said out loud.

Another added, "Exactly! She's an outsider, after all. Who knows when she might turn against us?"

"Before we figure out what to do with Lorelai, we should first acknowledge Pamela as the Crawfords' daughter and start training her properly."

Even after hearing all the comments, I couldn't bring myself to care. A strange feeling gnawed at me as I continued to focus on the video.

For some reason, one of the figures in the footage seemed familiar.

Trevor noticed my distraction and sneered. He remarked, "Oh, come on. No matter how many times you watch it, it won't change the fact that you're an imposter. The truth is right in front of you. I can't believe that you still have the nerve to be here!"

"Stop it, Trev," Pamela interjected quickly. "Tabitha's the one at fault, not Lori. She hasn't done anything wrong.

"Give her some time to process all of this. Once she comes to terms with it, she'll leave on her own."

I ignored them and rolled my eyes. A second later, I asked, "Who's the young boy following Tabitha in the video?"

As soon as the words left my lips, everyone in the room froze.