The Richest Man’s Real Daughter Returns

When my biological parents came to pick me up, I was feeding the pigs.

They looked like they were very wealthy.

I asked them three questions:

1) If I become your daughter, will you support me in my studies?

2) Will you compensate my parents who raised me?

3) If I have conflicts with your daughter in the future, will you stand by me?

After receiving affirmative answers, I went with them without hesitation.

It didn’t matter to me if they loved me or not, what mattered was that they could provide me with a better education.

After all, parental love can be divided, but the knowledge in my head is entirely my own.

Shortly after I was born, my mom found me half–dead in the snow and took me home, naming me Kayla.

From a young age, I knew I was not my parents‘ biological child. My parents had reported it to the police and left DNA and contact information.