Chapter 4

Perhaps in others' eyes, this isn't a big deal, but she was warning me that I only have the right to share her things, and I have no place here myself.

I bit my lip, trembling, looking at Auntie White in disbelief.

"Time to close the net?" Phoebe asked anxiously, "Don't overplay it."

I told her in my heart, "Don't rush, closing the net now would waste all our efforts." Phoebe nodded, remaining silent, as I had control over this body.

Harper looked at me sadly, "Baby, you can't just take other people's things..."

Asher, who had been silent, suddenly received a call and stepped out.

I looked fearfully at Auntie White, seemingly making a decision, my little face full of determination, "Mom, I really don't like my previous mom because she would say I stole things when she went to the store. But mom, I don't want to be a thief in your eyes because you're so good to me, I really don't want to disappoint you..."

I ended up crying, my face covered in tears, sobbing away.

Auntie White's face was full of rage. I knew Auntie White hadn't stolen anything, but so what?

Who would believe a five-year-old child is lying? She just didn't want her beloved mom to misunderstand her.

Look, she even mustered all her courage.

The tables have turned.

Now it's Auntie White who stole, subconsciously wanting to frame her former foster daughter—

Perhaps she even wanted to frame the foster daughter to keep the biological daughter in the wealthy family, but who cares? Auntie White will be sent to the police station.

I ended up crying inconsolably, tears streaming down my face.

Auntie White was livid. I knew she hadn't stolen anything, but it didn't matter. Who would believe a five-year-old could lie? She just didn't want her beloved mother to misunderstand her.

Look at her, she gave it her all.

Then things turned around.

Now, Auntie White is accused of theft and is trying to pin it on her former adopted daughter. Perhaps she even wanted to frame her to ensure her biological daughter stayed in the wealthy family. But who cares? Auntie White is going to the police station.

If the police dig into it, they might find out she secretly put the longevity locket under my pillow.

No matter the outcome, I'm not at a loss.

Daphne struggled to remain calm, though her voice betrayed her anger: "I refuse to let anyone frame my daughter! We'll wait for the police."

Auntie White panicked, glancing at Harper Brooks. Like mother, like daughter—Harper promptly accused me: "You're lying! I saw you rush out of my room with my longevity locket! I just wanted you to admit it, but you blamed someone else!"

Another twist.

Now, with Harper as a witness, it seemed like everything was my lie.

It seemed I had become a girl who steals and lies, framing an innocent person.

Daphne was stunned, looking at me with sadness.

My eyes welled with tears, confused about how things had turned out this way. My mother's doubt hit me hard, leaving me hopeless as I muttered, "Mom, believe me, please believe me..."

Daphne wept, shaking her head.

"When did you see Teanzi go to your room?" A composed voice asked. Asher Brooks returned from a call, his usual rational demeanor now tinged with disdain towards Auntie White.

Then he turned his gaze to Harper, still with disdain.

Five-year-old Harper began crying loudly: "In the afternoon... after I finished bathing and changing clothes, boohoo..."

Daphne shot Asher a reproachful look, stood up, and comforted Harper: "Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy didn't mean to be harsh."

Through my teary eyes, I watched Daphne hold Harper, full of envy, but I only dared to glance briefly before lowering my head, saying nothing, biting my lip hard.

That furtive glance was caught by Asher and Rowan Brooks. Rowan couldn't sit still and stood up, loudly declaring, "But sister was with Dad and me the whole time!"

This was my plan; having a prepared strategy felt great.

I mentally nudged Phoebe: "See, the brother who always opposed you is now on your side."

Phoebe was speechless.

Actually, Rowan is just a simple kid. Initially, when he heard Harper say I was bad, he believed it. But he's essentially a good kid.

In the previous life, he was deceived by Harper too, dying without knowing the truth.

It's good for him to see through people's facades early.

No need to thank me~

Daphne was stunned once more.

Another turn of events.

Her biological daughter was being schemed against by her adopted daughter and the adopted daughter's mother, yet she didn't believe her own daughter, trusting the trap set by two outsiders.

If her biological daughter had chosen a terrible path out of despair...

How heartbreaking would that be!

Looking at Harper in her arms, Daphne couldn't help but feel disgusted and put her down, turning to me.

I looked dazed, beyond hope for this family, showing a hurt expression.

"Phoebe, Mom..." Daphne was at a loss.

I lifted my head, eyes full of wariness, with a bitter smile: "Mom, a dog not loved is a stray, and I don't have a home..."

I curled up my thin body, eyes dull.

Daphne couldn't hold back anymore and cried out loud, disregarding her dignity: "I'm sorry, Mom's sorry... Will you believe... believe in Mom one more time? Mom... promises, promises this will always be your home..."

She hugged me, and I sobbed softly.

But I gave Harper a triumphant look.

Harper looked at me in horror.

Asher glanced expressionlessly at her and Auntie White, then said, "I just took a call. Someone deliberately swapped the two children's positions back then. The medical staff said they reminded the girl's biological mother, and the girl's biological mother said that both families knew each other and would return the child after playing for a while."

Daphne shivered.

Back then, Auntie White used underhanded tactics to try to push Daphne away and wanted to get pregnant with Asher's child, but Asher never fell for it.

She had to use artificial means and frame Asher, almost causing Daphne to abort me. In the end, evidence was found to expose her.

But Auntie White stayed in the Brooks Family as a nanny...

Thanks to Daphne's naive saint persona, such foolishness was evident from the beginning.

"You can't insult my mom," Phoebe suddenly said after a long silence.

I sneered but still replied dismissively: "Alright, alright."

Seems like Phoebe inherited a bit of Daphne's nature. If it were me, it wouldn't matter if they were biological or not. If they didn't believe me and indirectly harmed me, I wouldn't let them have a good ending.

But I can only follow Phoebe's mindset.

After all, the customer is king.