Part 2Sister Dearest, Take the Fall (The Butterfly Effect of a Birthmark)

Mia clutched the hem of her dress. She didn't even need to force the tears; they flowed naturally.

The family of three held each other tightly, weeping uncontrollably.

"My sweet girl, you've suffered so much."

The billionaire was so overjoyed at finding his beloved daughter that he immediately wrote a $100,000 check to the orphanage.

The news of Mia returning to high society became legendary among the orphans.

For a while, checking for birthmarks became a massive trend.

"Hey, look! I have an oval birthmark right here.

"Maybe one day my dad will fly a helicopter in and take me home to a life of luxury."

I just smiled. Back then, I used to be just as naive.

I used to cross off the days on the calendar, waiting for my happy ending.

Until two months later, when shocking news broke from the billionaire's estate.

Mia had fallen gravely ill and died en route to receiving specialized medical treatment abroad.

The billionaire's wife was supposedly so overcome with grief that she was hospitalized.

A week after the news broke, I deliberately wore a spaghetti-strap tank top and loitered around the main hall where everyone gathered.

"Man, it's such a shame about Mia. She was always so healthy when she lived here."

I was telling the truth. Mia had been as healthy as an ox.

"Wait, Chloe? Stay still."

The orphanage director grabbed my arm, her eyes widening. "Why do you have a plum blossom birthmark on the back of your neck too?!

"Let me think... let me think.

"You and Mia were found together in the same basket. Could you be...?! Oh my god, I need to call them right now!"

I looked at the director with wide, clueless eyes, but a flicker of a smile danced in my heart.

Even if it was just for the chance of another $100,000 donation, there was no way she would let this opportunity slip by.