Olivia Smith's eyes flashed with intense hatred, but she dared not show it.
She could only meekly watch them, cautiously moving her steps, walking to their side—
"Dad, Mom, do you really believe Edward's words? Do you want to drive me away?"
As she spoke, tears rolled down her eyes.
She tugged at Evelyn Taylor's sleeve, appearing so cautious and pitiful that even outsiders couldn't help but feel sympathy.
Let alone Evelyn Taylor, the mother who had personally raised her from childhood.
But thinking about having raised someone else's daughter for nearly thirty years while her own biological daughter suffered outside, her heart ached even more.
Although she knew she couldn't blame Olivia Smith for the child-swap, her softened heart was obviously hardened.
Should she not care for her own daughter who had suffered so much, and instead pity a false daughter who enjoyed thirty years of princess treatment?
What would become of her own biological daughter?
