Chapter 837
“Back then, after Madam lost that dead little nobody Serena, Madam spent her days drowned in tears, obsessed with finding her biological daughter. To find that stray, she prayed to every god and sought out every psychic she could p>
“At that time, you were already two years old. I thought to myself, if you stayed by my side, you would only ever be a maid’s daughter. A lower-class citizen. I wanted you to have a good life p>
“So, I hatched a plan. I bribed a spiritual advisor named Father Elias to tell the Lancaster family that adopting a girl whose birth chart aligned with Serena’s would build good karma for Serena and increase their chances of finding their real daughter p>
“I gave him your birth details p>
“And Madam truly was driven mad with the desire to find her real daughter. She believed whatever Father Elias said, so… you became the adopted daughter of the Lancaster family. You became the heiress p>
Agnes spoke rapidly, every word plunging like a sharp blade straight into Isabella’s heart.
Agnes looked up at Isabella in her arms, her eyes brimming with a mother’s fierce love and deep guilt. “Mom did all of this for you. Look at these past years, you received the absolute best care in the Lancaster family, and I was able to stay by your side and watch over you p>
“Isabella, you are my daughter. You are my biological daughter p>
Listening to Agnes’s words.
Isabella felt as though a bomb had detonated inside her brain.
She shoved Agnes away violently. “I don’t believe you! You’re lying! You made this up just so I would forgive you p>
“I’m not lying!” Unwilling to waste another second, Agnes frantically pulled an old fabric pouch from her shirt.
The pouch was slightly tattered, but it was obvious the owner had guarded it fiercely.
She carefully opened the pouch and pulled out a yellowed photograph.
In the photo, a much younger Agnes was standing at the gates of the Lancaster Estate, holding a baby.
The baby had a red birthmark on her wrist.
Isabella instinctively reached out to touch the red birthmark on her own left wrist.
An icy chill swept through her body as she stared blankly at the face in front of her. This subservient, lowly face.
This Agnes, who had worked as a servant in the Lancaster household for thirty years, the woman she had bossed around left and right was. her biological mother?
She gagged violently, a wave of nausea washing over her as she collapsed onto the floor, throwing up uncontrollably.
Disgusting!
Absolutely disgusting!
How could a lowly maid like this possibly be her real mother?
She had been the Lancaster heiress for twenty years, the famously perfect socialite
of Vaelion City, the billionaire’s daughter everyone envied.
She had always been so fiercely proud of her elite status.
She had always looked down on Serena as just some wild girl from the country.
But in the end, Serena was the true phoenix.
And she was the utter fake.
The blood flowing in her veins belonged to this lowly maid, Agnes!
She was the spawn of a servant!
This psychological degradation was far more crushing than being publicly disowned and stripped of her clothes in front of all the staff.
“Ahhhhh p>
Isabella’s face twisted in pure, unadulterated hatred “Why did you tell me why did you tell me this2 Why didn’t you just hide it from me forever p>
Agnes reached out to hug her again. “This is the last time Mom will ever see you. was terrified you would never know, and Mom was worried that when you’re all alone in the wouldn’t know who to
future, you turn to p>