Hartford.

House Heather.

"I just want a child, a child!"

A middle-aged woman wearing a vest and smoking a cigarette exclaimed emotionally, "But I can't give birth!

"Enough. ”

On the sofa next to him, a middle-aged man sat paralyzed, with his bare feet resting on the coffee table, holding a can of beer in his hand, and roaring at the middle-aged woman.

Across from them, Heather looked calmly.

Since receiving a letter from her grandmother, learning that she has an unknown grandmother in this world, who has been dead for three weeks, and that there is a manor and farm for her to inherit, she flew back as soon as possible to ask her parents.

Unexpectedly, it is reasonable that she is not the biological daughter of her parents, but only an adopted daughter.

Her parents are different, and the grandmother who wrote from her is her real grandmother.

This also explains why her parents have always given her feelings of being separated by a layer.

Because that's not an illusion.

Some details from her childhood also kept coming to mind, telling her plainly that all along, it was not that she thought too much, but that her adoptive father and adoptive mother had indeed separated her.

When she was mischievous and was punished by them, they stood at a distance and had a heated discussion, especially her adoptive father, who occasionally looked at her in a gaze that was eerie and terrifying.

Although she was blocked by her adoptive mother in the end, her adoptive mother did not always love her eyes, and from time to time there was a trace of strangeness, entanglement, and even fear.

"Is there anything you can tell me about my grandmother and my family?"

Heather looked calmly at her adoptive father and adoptive mother.

In the past few years with Adam and Juno, she has also moved closer to them, quite steady, and instinctively senses that there must be some secrets hidden in this.

The reason is simple.

Her adoptive parents did not have a good time, financial constraints, both of them smoked and drank heavily, and a large part of the money she earned from her part-time job in the past was taken by them.

Now, when she says that her grandmother has written to her to inherit a large family fortune, their first reaction is not ecstasy, but anxiety.

This is clearly not normal.

If you think about their attitude towards her when she was a child, even if she is an adopted daughter, she will not be like that.

How can anyone be afraid of his adopted daughter?

Unless they know anything!

And this must have something to do with her blood family.

Because at that time she had nothing but her own blood.

She also has some speculation about this.

Her biological grandmother has a manor and farm for her to inherit, indicating that her blood family is considered rich.

However, she was adopted by her adoptive father and adoptive mother in poor conditions, and moved here from Texas all the way, indicating that her adoptive father and adoptive mother did not want her to have any connection with her blood family.

The attitude towards her since she was a child was manic and fearful rather than loving, indicating that her adoptive parents and her blood family did not belong to some special circumstances based on friendly negotiation before adopting her.

Combined with what her adoptive mother just confessed, she can't have children, but she wants a child very much.

The conclusion has come out, and the most likely thing is that she was abducted.

Not 100% sure, but Heather believed the speculation in her heart.

What is it like to be abducted by a kidnapper to be raised as a daughter?

Heather said she didn't want that.

If her adoptive parents really loved her like their own daughter, she might forgive them.

But since she was a child, what she felt most was not love, but estrangement and faint fear.

Speaking of parenting, she was a little older and contracted all the housework, because her adoptive parents were often alcoholics.

When she was a girl, she came out to work part-time to earn money to support her family.

That's it, the big head was also taken by the adoptive parents to continue smoking and drinking.

If she hadn't worked hard enough, she wouldn't have been able to go to college in New York at all, and most likely she would have been trapped here, find a random man to marry, and then repeat the life of her adoptive parents.

And her life shouldn't have been like this.

"You won't want to know. ”

Heather's adoptive mother exclaimed excitedly, "We raised you, and I want you to say, how lucky you are, those people...... I can't even say ......."

"Shut up!"

The adoptive father yelled.

After Heather's adoptive mother shut up and smoked, the adoptive father looked at Heather and sneered, "You were picked up from the shit heap by us, and now you know? satisfied? I should have left you there if I knew I could." ”

"Maybe you should. ”

Heather got up and looked at her adoptive parents indifferently.

The adoptive father was stunned.

The adoptive mother who smoked also forgot to smoke.

Wait until Heather pushes the door and leaves.

Long.

The adoptive father came back to his senses and roared, "You see, right? This is the good daughter you raised! We are so good to her, and that's how she repays us?"

Sure enough, she is a brute of the Sawyer family, cold-blooded and ruthless by nature! If we had known, we should have kicked her to death like her dead ghost mother. ”

"No, it's not. ”

The adoptive mother retorted to her husband's words, but Heather's indifferent eyes kept coming to mind, and her hands holding cigarettes trembled.

Outside the door.

Heather leaned against the wall, listened quietly, and when she heard 'we should have kicked her to death like her dead mother,' the whole person froze.

It turned out that the kidnapper not only kidnapped her, but also kicked her biological mother to death!!

She reached out and covered her mouth, forcing herself to calm down, she needed more inside information.

The little affection left for the adoptive parents is gone at the moment, and my heart is cold.

In the room, Heather's adoptive parents could have thought that Heather had not left and was still chattering there.

Or maybe the adoptive father was there scolding Heather, Heather's bloodline, and the stupid wife who wanted to adopt her.

Heather's adoptive mother cried aggrievedly, but did not contradict her husband for Heather as she had done before.

Outside the door, Heather had been calmly eavesdropping.

Half an hour later, until there was no more useful news, he left quietly.

When she returned to the hotel, slammed the door shut, and lay on the bed, Heather put her head under the quilt and began to cry loudly.

Today, she has lost four relatives in a row.

Her grandmother, her mother, and her adoptive parents!

And in this bizarre and cruel way, no one can stand it.

She lifted the quilt, her face full of tears, choked up, picked up the bedside phone, and wanted to call Adam.

But as soon as she pressed a few numbers, she stopped.

After a while, she put down the phone heavily, reached out to wipe the tears from her face, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

It's her business, and she's going to figure it out on her own, in her own way.

And her way of doing it, she didn't want to involve Adam.

It was her sunshine, and it shouldn't be eroded by the darkness.

Thinking of this, Heather picked up the phone again and said calmly.

"Book me a plane ticket to Dallas. ”