Chapter 2
The car pulled up in front of the home Edwin had prepared for wedding.
After stepping out, Sylvia immediately began packing her things.
She threw out everything she’d ever kept in this house, erasing all traces of her existence here.
Then, she started making arrangements to erase her identity.
Only by erasing her identity could she make sure those people would never find her again!
She prepared all the necessary documents, only to realize the most important item–her birth certificate–wasn’t in her possession.
With no alternative, she had to make one last trip to the Ellery house.
An hour later, she stood at the front door of her family home.
This was her home, and yet she didn’t have a key. Even knocking took more courage than she thought she had.
Because she knew her biological parents didn’t welcome her.
The housekeeper answered. Sylvia stepped inside before saw her parents pacing anxiously around the living room.
When the door opened, they hurried over–only for their faces to fall the moment they saw Sylvia.
“Oh, it’s you.”
““You didn’t bother coming home for years, and now you just stroll back in like nothing happened? Why can’t you be more like Tiffany? You two came from the same womb, but honestly–you couldn’t be more different.”
The familiar sound of scolding reached her ears–a voice she’d listened to for over twenty years. But now, she truly didn’t want to hear it anymore. Sylvia’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. She acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
She went straight upstairs, found her birth certificate, slipped it into her bag, then came back down.
Her calm demeanor only made her parents more irritated–their tone grew sharper.
“So now you just ignore everything your mother and I say? We even don’t exist in your eyes now. You’re still in my house, can’t you at least show me some respect? How the hell did we end up with a kid like you?”
In the middle of their tirade, the front door suddenly opened.
Edwin walked in carrying Tiffany in his arms. Looking up, he locked eyes with Sylvia standing in the center of the living room.
She glanced briefly at their intimate position before calmly looking away.
Though her gaze seemed indifferent, panic instantly flooded his chest.
He hurriedly set Tiffany down and approached Sylvia. “Sylvia, don’t get the wrong idea. Tiffany twisted her ankle. I happened to be nearby, so I carried her home…”
He didn’t finish, and Sylvia didn’t bother exposing the holes in his story too.
“Matt’s been away on a business trip lately, so I had to trouble Edwin instead. Hope that’s not a problem… right, sis?”
Tiffany, immediately surrounded by their concerned parents, couldn’t resist chiming in. Her words of explanation barely masked her gloating.
Tiffany’s eyes fixed on Sylvia with a smile, clearly hoping to catch a glimpse of her breaking down.
But Sylvia remained expressionless, as if none of this mattered to her at all.
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