The Heiress They Tried to Frame
Chapter 1
On the day of the family reunion, I had just walked through the front door when a five or six-year-old boy suddenly rushed in and grabbed onto my leg.
He claimed to be my son, saying I had gotten pregnant out of wedlock with some thug and gave birth to him, then abused him.
"Grandma, Mom said she's the real heiress and wants to come back to enjoy the wealthy life."
"I'm her stain, I don't deserve to come with her..."
"But I really wanted to meet you all, even if Mom beats me to death for it!"
As he spoke, he cautiously glanced at me.
Garrett, the eldest son of the Morrison family, frowned in disgust. "Shameless. What an embarrassment to our family!"
The fake heiress offered fake sympathy. "Don't blame your sister, she just made a mistake. The child is innocent, after all."
Hearing this, the little boy pulled out a photo showing him and me embracing intimately.
He grabbed my hand. "Mom, I'll leave..."
"From now on, I'll disappear. I'll go back to scavenging trash to survive. I absolutely won't affect your position in the Morrison family!"
I turned my head and looked at him with amusement.
I never actually said that I was the real heiress who had been switched at birth, did I?