The Truth of My Estranged Family

he privileged heir born with

me, I was in the middle of a br

tattoos on my arms, my biological par

ir actions that m

ed in the slums, would turn out to be the son of the presi

ore ridiculous and laug

standing by the roadside, having just finis

ught a flicker of fear and a heavy dose of disdain in their gaz

ing back to reality. They rushed over to me, their faces l

against the scar behind my

're Nate, a

I learned it wasn't a scar but a

ngertips onto the ground, crushing the last embe

just another set of clueless parents looking for

elegantly dressed woman suddenly threw her arms

It's been twenty-seven years, and

uth, my mind still struggling

verything b

rward, his features bearing a

had been delayed because Darren George, an enemy of the Edwards family, had kidnapped me shortly a

ransom, but the child returned to

etly, my face

squinted and turned my gaze to the man behind Ryland, whose hand tr

bt and suspicion

n behind him. He pursed his lips and quickly walked over,

crying in my arms, also realized something, q

hat man, as if the main character of this ridicul

e a son of the Edwards family, just like your brothers. You'

rling my lips

f the E

pr

ound utterly

us. Without hesitation, I got into the car und

owe shouted at the top of his lungs, reminding me

waving t

itting across from me. All of them were

s, whose fleeting look of dis

m their upper-class circles rarely spar

we shared, they wouldn't h

re about their

w, I reclined and shut

gument, and since they were my biological parent

oked a jinx

and your life for the past twenty-seven years has been tough because of me. It's all my fault,

ice, and I raised an e

cry so easily like a

ble to bear his sadness and gently took

leased with my arrogance, b

ea how I had survived these twenty-seven years. If tears could amend,

and struggled? Wa

opping my leg up, and

n't large, so they quick

't want to see you? Did I throw a tantrum at Mom and Dad? If I recall correctly, I haven't said a word to you, have I? Yet you seem to know everything just by guessing. Since you're so good at it, it's a shame you're not a detective. In t

e family silent. Davie was stunned

fell into an awkward tension, the only sound

window wider to let the bree

urious car, and seeing the envious l

te cleared her throat a

to be attentive, which is why he overthinks.

dded in a

eased, his chest heaving slightly as if trying to suppr

u should be more understanding. Also, now that you're an Edward, you need to cut ties with those people you used to associate with. And get that tattoo removed. An Edwards he

d they were already wanting to tame me. To put it nicely, they wanted me to be

s responsible for my tra

om's sentiments. Davie glanced at me furtively, tr

re known for their rough lifestyle and bad habits. If you hang out with them every day, you'll end up corrupted. Also, when Mom heard you were coming back, she t

he was actually pretending to be harmless while being cunning. His words were cleve

brown

stead, I found it amusing a

ation, Tom frowned, givin

him and

p and support of those so-called slum people you disdain. If I were you, I should be thanking them. After all, you never raised me but they did fo

dared to speak, not even Tom, who had just been lecturin

e was pale, and his hands were clenched

slightly

m the slums. But they didn't realize that it was prec

e clearly how people cou

a banquet at the villa, celebrating fin

n changed my surname immedia

amily's tailor shop, where a suit

eover, the boy from the slums would r

e one was born or raised, the elegance i

in my elegant attire. His hands clenched into fis

the staircase on the second floor, looking down indifferently at the eleg

y took my arm and led me to the st

y heard about my return the day it happened, so naturally,

avie, whispering in the corner, I

ting confrontation w

e overpowering scent of perfume and insincere smiles inside made me

ette from my pocket,

u here? I've been

directly, just exha

at

sed his lips, looking a bit ups

I want to introduce

ound mine and pulled me back into the banquet

slightly, curious to see what kind of s

peared to be around my age, all dressed

in and scorn. One particularly well-dr

He really is a hillbilly, smok

then, quickly taking the cigarette from m

ing this, began

hurriedly stepped f

for twenty-seven years and does have a bit of a rustic air, he is the eldest son

s were so well-crafted; it's

speak, another

r not have any vile motives against him, or we won't let you off easily. And don't delude yourself into thinking that simply being the eldest son of the Edwards family confers upon you some unique and unparalleled status. The Edwards family places a far greater emphasis on one's capabilities and talents rather than mere status and lin

Tom for his conduct and work. It's only a matter of time before the Edwa

nding crowd even starting to echo their sentiments. As for Davie, he stood

lked over to a chair, resting my

stopped and turned their attentio

age and apologize to me properly, sa

nded, as if they had heard a hilarious joke.

u're acting foolishly without a drink. What no

seemingly reproachi

t? They're used to speaking without restr

yebrow and gl

ld take the consequence for wh

e turned extremely sou

ng with my phone. Soon, the speakers in the b

, and some people's faces turned

onsible for their children's

were ruining their families'

uent and sharp-tongued now hung th

's face was the worst, his lips t

faces shadowed as they looked at

t he had tried to stop this farce but wa

f the family, Kate naturally didn't blame h

feeling only a c

ossed and a stern face, the young men were

en used to speaking without restraint. Can we

at was important. If the Edwards family made waves in the business wor

rally knew they s

glass, sipping slo

and say ten times. 'Sorry, Mr. Edwards.' Compared with th