Elizabeth returned home, only to find a scene that felt oddly unfamiliar. Her mother’s eyes were brimming with tears, clearly moved by something.

In the Greene family villa in Imperial City, a girl dressed humbly yet exuding a timid demeanor stood in the center of the living room. Nervously clutching a DNA report in her hands, she appeared apprehensive.

Benjamin Greene held the girl tightly in an emotional embrace. “You’re my real daughter! Truly my own!”

Emma cautiously pushed him back a little. “This is the DNA report. If you don’t believe me, we can redo the test. I’m okay with it!” Her tone held a hint of anxiety—she feared disbelief, but she trusted the results. After all, it was from an official institute; it couldn’t be wrong.

She was the Greene family’s true heiress, a rightful child of privilege.

Emma was acutely aware of the person standing behind her—Elizabeth, the current so-called Greene heiress. A counterfeit. For twenty years, this imposter had taken her rightful place.

Now was the time to claim her due.

Emma had shown up a week ago. Her adoptive father, terminally ill with cancer and refusing to burden her further, had revealed the truth: she had been switched at birth in the hospital.

She was the Greene family's real daughter. And Elizabeth? Nothing but a fake.When Emma Norton showed up, Mrs. Greene didn’t even need further confirmation—she felt an inexplicable, instant bond, like something deep inside had clicked. In her heart, she had already decided to believe it.

As for the so-called daughter she had been raising all these years? She had never liked Elizabeth Greene. Seeing her always brought a sense of unease. Now, knowing the truth, it turned out she wasn’t even her real daughter. That explained everything.

Still, Mr. Greene, Benjamin, insisted they needed a paternity test to be absolutely sure. And right now, the report that Emma held in her hand was that proof. When the white paper was laid out, showing undeniable evidence, it became all too clear that Elizabeth didn’t look anything like the Greene family, whereas Charlotte Greene—Emma—clearly bore their resemblance.

Benjamin took the report, scanning the cold, clinical numbers: 99.99% match. There was no denying now. His grip tightened a little as the truth sank in.

“Oh, my daughter, my precious girl!” Mrs. Greene sobbed, pulling Emma Norton into her arms like she’d never let go. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stroked her hair gently. “You’ve suffered so much! But you’re home now. You’re home.”

Inside Emma's mind, it was like fireworks exploding. She’d done it. She’d finally found her real family.

“I... Are you really my mom and dad?” Her voice quivered just a little, cautious yet hopeful.

From this moment on, Emma Norton was no longer just another girl scraping by—she was Charlotte Greene, the long-lost heiress. A future of unimaginable luxury awaited her. Goodbye to the days of struggle; she’d never need to live without anymore!"Yes, we are your mom and dad. Sweetheart, you've been through so much all these years!"

She held Emma tightly, like she was afraid Emma might vanish into thin air at any moment.

Benjamin’s expression was full of sorrow as well. All these years, he always felt like Elizabeth wasn’t particularly close to him. Now, it finally made sense—she wasn’t his biological daughter.

"Mom, I finally found you. You guys have no idea what my life’s been like all these years!" Emma began pouring out her grievances, though her heart was practically doing cartwheels. Turns out, her dad really didn’t lie—she was truly the Greene family’s daughter.

“Oh, my dear, you’ve suffered so much. It’s good to have you back, really good!” Benjamin chimed in eagerly. This, this was his real daughter. Elizabeth never hugged them like this, not even close.

“Dad…” Emma’s voice quivered slightly, yet now she had courage to spare. If she managed it once, there’d surely be a second time.

“Sweetheart, it’s good to have you home, good to have you home. I’ll call your brother back later,” Benjamin continued excitedly, clearly ecstatic about finally having the ‘right’ daughter.

Emma simply nodded. Her mind, however, instantly recalled Elizabeth. Oh, but wasn’t she just the Greener household’s mistaken child?

“And about Miss Greene…” Emma began, her tone casually dismissive. That woman? Surely she needed to get lost—after all, wasn’t Emma the only rightful daughter of this family? “Now, the name ‘Miss Greene’ should only belong to you. That fraud ought to go back to her rundown little home in the countryside!”

“You’re the only true Miss Greene in this house, the one and only daughter. As for the fake one, once she’s back, I’ll kick her out immediately. Her room? We’ll double its size for you, and turn it into a proper princess suite. What do you think?” Benjamin Greene’s tone was eager, as if he couldn’t wait to throw her out. Twenty years wasted on raising someone else’s child—it made his blood boil just thinking about it.

Elizabeth stood silently behind them, watching their joyful little family moment. Her expression didn’t flicker, not even a bit.

She cleared her throat lightly and stepped forward without hesitation. “Dad, Mom, I’m home,” she greeted them simply, her tone calm and composed.

It was like none of it mattered—whether she was part of the Greene family or not, whether the DNA test was real or not. It didn’t make a difference.

Benjamin’s face darkened instantly. “Oh, don’t call me Dad. Your real father is battling cancer. Why don’t you go find him instead? You might still catch him before it’s too late.”

Now that the true daughter was found, there was no room for a fake to stay around anymore.

“What do you mean by that, Dad?” Elizabeth asked, keeping her voice even, almost pretending she hadn’t fully grasped his meaning. “You’re not a member of the Greene family. Don’t you get it? Your so-called father is just a broke loser who kept me and my daughter apart for 20 years. From now on, you’re not welcome here. Go pack your things and leave,” Benjamin Greene said coldly.

A poor man’s daughter pretending to be his family’s heiress for 20 years? The thought made him sick. If she dared to take even a single thing from this house, he’d make sure she paid for it—even if it meant disgracing the Greene name himself.

“And don’t even think about taking the bank card with you. Who knows if you’ll use the money to support that broke father of yours?” chimed in Mrs. Greene, her tone sharp and cutting. Twenty years—her daughter had suffered for twenty years, while Elizabeth Greene lived in luxury under her roof. It was outrageous, a twisted joke that made her blood boil.

No wonder she never felt close to Elizabeth. Blood is thicker than water, after all. Without that connection, how could she truly care for someone like her? No, she wanted Elizabeth gone. The faster, the better. Someone from such a humble background didn’t belong in a place like this, much less as part of their family.

“You can only take two pieces of clothing with you. As for the rest? I’d rather donate it all than let you walk out with so much as a thread. You don’t deserve it,” Mrs. Greene added with a sneer.

At this point, Elizabeth fully understood what they were saying: she had no place in the Greene family. For twenty years, she had unknowingly taken a life that didn’t belong to her. Now the real heiress, Emma Norton, was back, and they weren’t wasting any time in reclaiming everything.

The whole “switched at birth” drama playing out in real life? It was almost funny. Almost. But she wasn’t about to lose sleep over it—she had already accepted her role in this absurd twist of fate.Even though she didn’t have deep feelings for the Greene family, she had lived with them for twenty years. They had cared for her wholeheartedly since she was young.

And now, just because of the words “not biological,” everything was erased?

“Dad, Mom, isn’t this too cruel? Elizabeth is also part of our family. Sending her back to her biological parents—it’s like you’re pushing her into a corner!” Ethan had just stepped through the door, his expression dark as he glanced at Emma, standing off to the side. He couldn’t bring himself to like this so-called sister.

A sudden appearance of a “real” sister was one thing, but kicking Elizabeth out? Since when had his parents become this cold-hearted?

Besides, Elizabeth might be young, but she had a sharp mind for business. Countless deals the Greene family secured were thanks to her.

And now they were throwing her out... wasn’t it a bit ungrateful? And then what? How would things work going forward?

“What do you know?! Your sister has suffered enough for years! Are you saying Elizabeth shouldn’t experience hardship after having everything handed to her? This house is ours to decide on—stay out of it! Shut your mouth!” Benjamin snapped, his tone icy, cutting off his son.

She could see it clearly—her son’s feelings toward Elizabeth weren’t ordinary. Now that it was clear Elizabeth wasn’t her daughter, they needed to keep their distance. No way was she going to let her son have such strong feelings for some girl from a poor background!"Mom..."

"No need to say anything. I'm leaving." Elizabeth Greene's voice was cold. Now that the real daughter of the Greene family had been found, she had no excuse to stay. It was time to go.

As long as no one caused trouble in the future, maybe they could all live peacefully, she thought.

Elizabeth headed upstairs and only packed two simple outfits.

When she came back down, she opened the suitcase right there. "Feel free to check it. If it's all good, I'll leave right now."

She had caught the disdainful look on Emma Norton's face. Instead of letting Emma mock her and demand to inspect the suitcase, she decided to take the initiative. Better to let them check right away.

Mrs. Greene asked the housekeeper to rummage through the suitcase carefully. When they found nothing incriminating, only then did they allow her to leave.

Emma couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was real—she was now the Greene family's daughter.

No more going back to that miserable little countryside life!