She had just given birth and was physically frail, but she remembered clearly that she had delivered a daughter. Everyone around her insisted she had imagined it, claiming she was obsessed with wanting a girl.
In secret, she once took the baby for a DNA test.
The result proved the child was hers, but her family dismissed her as delusional, saying she was suffering from postpartum depression. For years she had been kept under a nurse’s watch, forced to take medication.
The woman looked at me cautiously.
“I’m sorry. It was my fault for not protecting you back then.”
“Emily, can you forgive me?”
“I never blamed you.”
At my words, her expression lit up. She immediately began planning places we could go together.
“Emily, from now on, no matter where we go, I’ll always be by your side. We’ll never be separated again.”
“Emily, everything that rightfully belongs to you, I’ll help you reclaim one by one. You are the true blood of the Foster family. The Foster Corporation can only be inherited by you.”
…
After parting with her, I called an Uber back to the Foster Estate. From a distance, I could see a crowd gathered at the front gates, reporters swarming.