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The next day, a black Bentley arrived at Larissa\u2019s modest cottage, bringing two well-dressed strangers who identified themselves as her Uncle Neville and Aunt Sapphira. They revealed that Larissa was the long-lost heiress of the Judson family, having been swapped at birth and raised away from her true family. Though they expressed genuine excitement and sympathy for her hardships, Larissa was skeptical and questioned why her birth parents had not come for her themselves. Neville and Sapphira explained that her parents were occupied with urgent family matters and had sent them in their place, but Larissa saw this as an excuse.<\/p>\n
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Despite her doubts, Sapphira embraced Larissa warmly, showing compassion for the suffering she had endured. She urged Larissa to pack her belongings so they could take her to the Judson estate, promising she would no longer have to live in hardship. Larissa gathered her medicinal powders and her three snakes, preparing to leave. Before departing, she struck a ceremonial gong, drawing the attention of the villagers who had raised her.<\/p>\n
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Addressing the gathered crowd, Larissa revealed her true identity as the Judson heiress but exposed a painful truth: her birth parents had known about her for years yet ignored her, only now seeking her return to marry her off to a disabled young master in place of their adopted daughter. The villagers reacted with outrage, condemning her birth parents for their cruelty and expressing fierce support for Larissa, urging her not to return to those heartless people. The chapter ends with the community rallying around Larissa, ready to defend her against those who would treat her as a mere pawn.<\/p>\n
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The next day, a black Bentley arrived at Larissa\u2019s modest cottage, bringing two well-dressed strangers who identified themselves as her Uncle Neville and Aunt Sapphira. They revealed that Larissa was the long-lost heiress of the Judson family, having been swapped at birth and raised away from her true family. Though they expressed genuine excitement and sympathy for her hardships, Larissa was skeptical and questioned why her birth parents had not come for her themselves. Neville and Sapphira explained that her parents were occupied with urgent family matters and had sent them in their place, but Larissa saw this as an excuse.<\/p>\n
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Despite her doubts, Sapphira embraced Larissa warmly, showing compassion for the suffering she had endured. She urged Larissa to pack her belongings so they could take her to the Judson estate, promising she would no longer have to live in hardship. Larissa gathered her medicinal powders and her three snakes, preparing to leave. Before departing, she struck a ceremonial gong, drawing the attention of the villagers who had raised her.<\/p>\n
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Addressing the gathered crowd, Larissa revealed her true identity as the Judson heiress but exposed a painful truth: her birth parents had known about her for years yet ignored her, only now seeking her return to marry her off to a disabled young master in place of their adopted daughter. The villagers reacted with outrage, condemning her birth parents for their cruelty and expressing fierce support for Larissa, urging her not to return to those heartless people. The chapter ends with the community rallying around Larissa, ready to defend her against those who would treat her as a mere pawn.<\/p>\n
Chapter 5\u00a0<\/p>\n
The next day at noon, a black Bentley pulled up in front of Larissa\u2019s humble cottage\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa, who was grinding yesterday\u2019s harvest of herbs, heard the engine and glanced out the window. The license plate confirmed it was from Regal City.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After packing the ground herbs into a jar, she wiped her hands, walked out of the cottage, and knocked on the car window.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The window slid down to reveal the face of a handsome middle aged man, around fifty, with impeccably styled hair. Beside him sat an elegant woman of a similar age, so well preserved she could have passed for her late thirties.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa got straight to the point \u201cAre you here for me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man in the back seat looked from her to a photograph in his hand, his eyes lighting up\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSapphira, it\u2019s her! She\u2019s the one we\u2019re looking for!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The beautiful woman\u2019s eyes also filled with delighted surprise, tears welling up. \u201cYes, it\u2019s her. There\u2019s no doubt\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
They excitedly opened the car doors and stepped out, approaching Larissa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man nodded. \u201cYes, honey. You are the long\u2013lost heiress of the Judson family. We\u2019ve come to take you home\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa looked into the man\u2019s eyes. His expression, like the woman\u2019s, was one of genuine excitement. It didn\u2019t seem fake. It seemed the people who had hired the thug last night weren\u2019t this couple\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you know we were\u2026.\u201d the man began, then shook his head, brushing the question aside. He explained, \u201cChild, you are a daughter of the Judson family. You were swapped at birth, which is why you\u2019ve been living out here. You\u2019ve suffered for twenty years.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he finished, the woman beside him choked back a sob. \u201cYou poor child.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you\u2019re my birth parents?\u201d Larissa asked calmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The question made the man and woman freeze. They exchanged a look of helplessness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cChild, we\u2019re not your birth parents. We are your Uncle Neville and Aunt Sapphira\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Uncle and Aunt?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa let out a dry, humorless laugh. \u201cHah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She continued, \u201cUncle Neville, Aunt Sapphira, why didn\u2019t my parents come to get me themselves?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At this, Sapphira looked quilty. \u201cYour parents had a family matter to attend to. They couldn\u2019t get away, so they asked us to come in their place.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa saw right through it \u201cYou don\u2019t have to cover for them I\u2019m not a child. What could possibly be more important than picking up their own daughter? It\u2019s just an excuse because they didn\u2019t want to\u00a0<\/p>\n
come, isn\u2019t it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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18.18\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 5\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing this, Sapphira stepped forward and gently embraced Larissa, tears of sympathy streaming down her face. \u201cMy dear girl, you\u2019ve suffered so much.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa hadn\u2019t expected the sudden hug. She started to pull away, but the embrace was so warm, so soft. Was this what a mother\u2019s hug felt like, something she had missed for twenty years?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sighed inwardly. If only they had been her parents, it wouldn\u2019t have been so bad.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a moment, Sapphira released her, taking her hand. \u201cGo and pack your things. We\u2019re taking your back to the Judson estate today. You\u2019ll never have to live like this again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa nodded. \u201cAlright. Wait here. I\u2019ll get my things.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t need clothes, only the medicines she had developed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShadow, Snowy, Sage, come on out. It\u2019s time to move,\u201d Larissa called after packing the various jars of medicinal powders and poisons from her wooden cabinet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At her words, three small snakes, colored just as their names suggested, slithered out from a corner and slipped into a large burlap sack. Larissa tied the sack, grabbed a small ceremonial gong from the cabinet, and took one last look around the dilapidated cottage. Then she stepped outside and began to beat the gong.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound was loud and clear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Neville and Sapphira, waiting outside, watched in confusion. Soon, villagers, drawn by the sound, gathered around, all looking at Larissa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa, what\u2019s going on? Is something wrong?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa set down the gong and cleared her throat. \u201cLadies and gentlemen, as you all know, I\u2019m an orphan. I grew up without parents, raised by all of you. But now, I\u2019ve found them. It turns out I\u2019m the heiress of the Judson family in Regal City.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The villagers were about to cheer for her when she continued, \u201cBut here\u2019s the thing. My birth parents knew about me for a long time but never came to get me. The only reason they\u2019re acknowledging me now is to have me marry a disabled young master in place of their adopted daughter.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Neville and Sapphira stared in shock. This was news to them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The villagers erupted in indignation. \u201cWhat kind of monsters are they! They knew you were their daughter and left you here, and now they only want you back to marry you off to some cripple!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re blind fools! You\u2019re a brilliant girl, and they\u2019re treating you like a tool! Making you marry a disabled man in place of some other girl!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa, don\u2019t go back to those heartless people!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s right! Don\u2019t go! I\u2019ll get some people to teach them a lesson!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n
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