Part 2The Stolen Life of Sophia

Now I'm sure my discomfort wasn't an illusion.

She has full hostility towards me.

But it's understandable. She suffered so much outside before coming home. Seeing her biological parents meticulously raising another child, she naturally feels uncomfortable.

I was just about to explain to her: "Sister Zoe, actually I am..."

Zoe inadvertently amplified her crying: "Should I not have come back? Now I'm disturbing your life as a family of three?"

My dad was anxious instantly: "Zoe, what nonsense are you talking about! Your mom and I have looked forward to this for so many years. We are too happy you are back. Which parents are willing to let their children suffer outside?"

Zoe looked at my dad helplessly: "Really?"

"Of course!"

Receiving a positive answer, she smiled through tears, hugged my dad tightly, and leaned her head on him dependently.

"Thank you, Dad."

Mom and Dad breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second she suddenly suggested: "Since I'm back, shouldn't sister go home?"

The air instantly stilled, only the shallow breathing of everyone could be heard.

She looked at my mom with expectant eyes.

Mom subconsciously avoided it.

Dad pretended to drink tea to avoid her gaze.

She finally realized something was wrong, and panic appeared on her face: "Dad, did I say something wrong?"

I saw the dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes and was slightly stunned.

Dad coughed: "Two daughters in our family give Dad face when spread out. Let's not change it."

Mom also chimed in: "Yes, you just came back. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Sophia for help."

Zoe didn't seem to expect this request to be rejected so decisively, and looked at me subconsciously.

I hooked my lips at her: "Sure."

Taking my baseball bat, I turned and went out the door.

Mom's panicked voice came from behind: "Sophia, Sophia."