The Real Miss Rich of a Wealthy Family Is Back!

Sienna's hand was gripped tightly by a woman.

If I wasn't mistaken, the impeccably dressed woman with the perfect makeup standing before me was my biological mother.

The mole at the corner of her eye was the same as mine!

My birth mother held Sienna's hand firmly, her usually gentle voice filled with anger and coldness.

"Madam, this is not how you raise a child.

"The days of children being beaten and scolded at will are over. On the contrary, if you beat a child into rebellion, it won't be good."

My birth mother looked delicate and fragile, but her strength was surprisingly great.

She effortlessly gripped Sienna's rough and thick wrist with one hand, her expression unchanged.

Sienna struggled, trying to pull her hand back, but couldn't break free. Sienna's face changed at her words, her expression contorted.

Sienna's sallow face turned red, and she shouted in a nasty tone, "Who the hell are you, lady? What business is it of yours how I discipline my daughter!"

My birth mother disdainfully flung away Sienna's fat, sturdy wrist. Just like a scene from a CEO romance novel, she took a silk handkerchief from her luxurious handbag, wiped her hand, and tossed it away.

Her voice was icy cold.

"Oh, are you sure the daughter you're disciplining is your daughter?

"I think your daughter looks a lot like my daughter."

My birth mother stepped gracefully over Sienna and came to my side, helping me up from where I lay sprawled on the sweet potato seedlings.

"Darling," she said, her voice gentle but her gaze firm and unwavering.

"Who do you think is your mother? Me, or this fat woman with the mean face?"

Looking at my birth mother, dressed impeccably and smiling warmly, then down at my own hands, dry, skinny, and dark, a wave of shame washed over me.

I lowered my head, not daring to meet her eyes.

"You're my mom," I whispered, my voice trembling.

My mother smiled, her eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, my sweet girl. Mommy's taking you home."

Sienna, seeing my mother about to leave as if she didn't exist, gritted her teeth and blocked our way.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded. "

Where do you think you're going with my daughter? Give her back to me!"

She reached out to grab me, but my birth mother wasn't about to let me get hurt again.

She lifted her leg and kicked Sienna's massive belly.

"Ouch!"

Sienna screamed, collapsing onto the sweet potato seedlings.

Her extensive body crushed twice the area of seedlings I had.

I blinked back tears, feeling sad for the poor, dead plants.

My birth mother held me, her face filled with arrogance.

"Madam, stop claiming my daughter as your own.

"You are not worthy!

"Since you can't afford to raise my daughter, I'll take her back.

"My family is wealthy, with properties galore. I can certainly afford to raise a daughter!"

Sienna lay on the sweet potato seedlings, clutching her stomach in pain, her face contorted.

She still refused to admit that I wasn't her biological daughter.

"Mary Lark is my daughter!

"If you're looking for a daughter, go to the orphanage. Don't try to steal mine!"

My birth mother paid no attention to Sienna's fierce yelling, swaying her hips as she led me away.

Sienna couldn't fight back against my mother, so my mother wasn't afraid of her at all.

Suddenly, a deep male voice boomed from above.

"Aria, why are you running so fast? I can't even catch up with you!"