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!"

I looked up and saw my biological father!

My father wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of elegance and refinement.

He looked exactly like the pictures I'd seen online.

No, wait. In-person, there were faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a few blackheads on his nose. He seemed more approachable, more human than in the photos.

When my father saw my mother supporting me, a surge of joy flashed across his eyes, weathered by decades of life's experiences.

"Aria, is she our daughter?"

My mother nodded, her face beaming with a smile.

"Yes, Phoebe is our daughter."

Upon seeing my father, the harshness and coldness on my mother's face vanished. She became gentle and sweet, captivating my father completely.

My father touched his head and laughed.

His laughter was simple and innocent, like a lovestruck teenager.

"Phoebe, I'm your biological father, I..." Before my father could finish, my body suddenly fell backward, pulled towards Sienna.