Chapter 4 A Case of Mistaken Identity

“My daughter!” Dressed in a suit, Anton White rushed into the living room with Irene Persley, who wore an elegant dress. They immediately rushed to embrace Violeta after seeing her sitting next to Old Mrs. White. A pleasant fragrance filled the air, and Violeta turned to look at them. She raised her arms and hugged them back. They had already received the results of the DNA test. Before receiving the news, Anton was in a meeting. However, upon hearing the news, he immediately left. He abandoned a room full of employees and went straight home. On the other hand, Irene was in the middle of a theater rehearsal. When she found out that her biological daughter had been found, she abandoned the rehearsal and rushed back to see her daughter! They had been searching for Violeta for eighteen years, close to two decades! They missed their daughter so much that it physically pained them! After enduring abuse from the Blake family in her previous life, Violeta finally felt loved. She hadn’t felt that way in a long time and started choking up. Violeta felt overwhelmed by the suffering she had endured in her past life and the joy of being reunited with her biological parents in this life. Tears streamed down her face as she wept, overcome with emotion. Even Anton couldn’t help but tear up. The rims of his eyes reddened as he restrained himself and said, “Darling girl, you’ve suffered. Now that you’re finally home, we’ll never let you suffer or get hurt again!” Irene couldn’t hold back and sobbed uncontrollably. “My precious girl! I’ve been searching for you for so long, and now you’re finally back…” “Dad… Mom…” Violeta looked at them through tear-filled eyes. Anton’s hair had turned white. Although Irene had taken good care of herself, her eyes showed a sense of weariness. The past eighteen years had been challenging as they searched for Violeta! Irene gently touched Violeta’s face with her hand. “Just hearing you call me ‘Mom’ is enough. Even if I die now, I can rest in peace.” Irene wasn’t very young when she gave birth to Violeta, and she suffered a severe hemorrhage during childbirth. Her first child was a son, so she wanted a daughter the second time. She had longed for a daughter and never expected such a mix-up to happen. Irene had also suffered from postpartum depression at the time. If it weren’t for her desire to replace her daughter, she would have jumped off the hospital roof years ago. Violeta looked at her loved ones beside her and thought to herself. This is wonderful. I didn’t miss this opportunity and finally met them in this life! Violeta couldn’t even imagine how long they had waited for her in her previous life… They never got to see her return home because death awaited her in the end. Violeta silently vowed not to have any regrets in this life. As her fringe was accidentally brushed aside, her parents and grandmother saw the scar on Violeta’s forehead. It was a wound from the car accident and hadn’t fully healed. Old Mrs. White exclaimed in shock and asked nervously, “Violeta! How did you get the scar on your forehead? Did someone hurt you?” Anton and Irene also looked at Violeta with love and concern. Such expressions moved Violeta, who explained, “No, it’s not that. I got into a car accident. Mom, Dad, Grandma, please don’t worry.” Irene asked, “Car accident? How did that happen? Violeta, please tell us.” Anton said, “Arrange a full-body check-up for Violeta later!” Violeta pulled them to sit on the sofa. She explained, “After the car accident, I discovered that my blood type didn’t match that of my foster parents. That’s when I decided to come look for you.” “I see. Violeta, where are your foster parents from? They raised you for so many years until you became a grown woman. We must visit them with gifts to express our gratitude.” “They’re the Blake family in Arlowand.” Violeta never denied the love and care the Blake family had shown her while raising her. In her past life, she ultimately insisted on staying with the Blake family to repay their kindness even though she was misunderstood by so many people. Anton asked, “The Blake family in Arlowand?” Irene asked Anton, “Honey, do you know them?” Arlowand and Quinston were entirely different cities. Quinston was the capital, while Arlowand could only be considered a second-tier city. The White family was prestigious in Quinston, while the Blake family was merely wealthy in a second-tier city. In fact, the Blake family was far inferior to the White family. The power and influence the White family had was incomparable. Anton said, “They sound familiar. I remember now! There was an Arlowand collaboration in the year’s second half, and Blake Group was one of the companies involved. They were already eliminated, but since Violeta’s foster parents raised her all these years, let’s give them this project! I’ll consider this a gift to them.” Violeta smiled faintly and said, “Thank you, Dad, but they… never mind.” Irene sensed something was wrong and asked, “Violeta, what happened? Did they mistreat or abuse you at home?” Violeta shook her head, “No, it’s not that.” In fact, Mr. and Mrs. Blake were still very kind to her before Zelena returned. It was only after Zelena returned that they gradually became biased and wholly sided with their biological daughter. In her previous life, Violeta had utterly humbled herself for several years to win them over. What saddened her most was when she was on her deathbed. Mr. and Mrs. Blake didn’t even bother visiting her because they claimed doing so was bad luck. She would always be hurt and bitterly disappointed by their actions. Therefore, she could already anticipate the outcome of this life. Violeta pondered briefly and said, “Mom and Dad, they’ve been very kind to me. It’s just that their biological daughter has also returned. Instead of disturbing them out of the blue, we can just send gifts to them. What do you think?” “Alright. Since this is what Vio wants, you can send someone to deliver gifts, Anton. We shouldn’t owe them any favors.” As a woman, Irene had a strong intuition that Violeta was hiding something and refused to admit it. After all, Irene and Violeta were mother and daughter. Since Violeta didn’t want to discuss it, Irene didn’t probe further. However, Irene already had a poor impression of the Blake family. As they were chatting, another luxurious car pulled up outside. Irene exclaimed with joy when she heard the sound of the car engine. “Violeta, your older brother is back!” The tall, handsome Niall White walked in briskly as Irene spoke. He had inherited Anton’s elegance and Irene’s refined features. Despite nearing thirty, he was still good-looking and appeared in his twenties. “Niall!” “Mom, Dad,” Niall called out. His gaze softened when he saw the delicate girl seated in the middle of the sofa. “Is this my sister?” Irene replied, “Yes. This is Vio. Come, give your sister a hug.” Niall approached Violeta and extended his long arms. “Vio!” Violeta stood up and threw herself into his embrace. She called out to him gently, “Bro.”