Her whole body was trembling; since birth, she had lived a life of luxury. If one day this life vanished, she would die. She absolutely wouldn’t live like those ordinary people, struggling at the edge of subsistence. Nicholas Hollis was determined this time to let Rachel Lynch and Anna Hollis experience the harshness of the outside world, so he didn’t arrange a place for them to stay. The driver stopped outside a hotel. "Madam, Miss, I’ll stop here." Rachel Lynch looked at the hotel outside, her face devoid of extra expression, and she pulled her suitcase out of the car. The driver wisely put all their belongings in the room they had booked, and then drove away. Anna Hollis’s mind was in a daze, until she saw Rachel Lynch tightly close the hotel room door and cautiously look around. She felt it was somewhat ironic; she had thought this woman truly loved her father, but never expected that she would have affairs behind his back. She felt her own bloodline was filthy, and her long-held pride was completely shattered. "Anna, this matter is quite complicated. Just remember, don’t let anyone drag you to do a paternity test, otherwise everything we have in the Hollis Family will be over." Anna Hollis looked at her mockingly, "I thought you genuinely liked Dad, but unexpectedly, you cheat behind his back. Shameless!" Rachel Lynch’s face turned white at her words and suddenly raised her hand to slap Anna. "There are many things you don’t know! Anna, I’m the only one who truly cares for you. If you don’t listen to me, there won’t be a place for us in the Hollis Family. You dislike Eleanor Hollis, but Eleanor is Nicholas Hollis’s biological daughter. To return to that home, you must follow me. Now is not the time for you to be willful." Since childhood, this was the first time Anna Hollis had been hit; she remained silent, filled with hatred in her eyes. Rachel Lynch, knowing her daughter’s temper, quickly comforted her by hugging her. "Anna, I have no other choice. Your biological father is a man without ambition. Although he treats me well, I can’t stay in that fishing village forever. I’m not Rachel Lynch; I’m Alice Lynch, Rachel Lynch was my sister." She slowly closed her eyes and revealed all the truth. A trace of surprise flashed in Anna Hollis’s eyes, and she suddenly looked up at her. "Mom, what exactly are you saying?" Rachel Lynch’s face was calm as she grabbed her hand. "After Rachel had an accident, it was I who saved her. She and I look identical; we were twins. When I was very young, I left home with a man. At that time, I was too young and was deceived. That man liked domestic violence, and I kept thinking about escaping. Later, I met your father, and I finally lived a good life." Her tone was indifferent, as if she were telling someone else’s story. "When I saved Rachel, she recognized me as her sister and treated me very well; we shared everything. She was waiting for the Hollis Family to take her back home. Anna, that was the first time I realized that there were people living such a life. I used a stone to hit her head, and threw her back into the river, then took her identity and went back to the Hollis Family, living a good life. Your destiny was changed by me; if I hadn’t done so, you would have been stuck in that poor fishing village all your life. Anna, are you willing to live that way?" Rachel Lynch squeezed Anna Hollis’s hand tightly. Anna Hollis was first afraid because she knew Rachel Lynch killed someone, but then she felt relieved because she didn’t want to live in that fishing village. "Mom, I got it. Don’t worry; I won’t let anyone take me for a paternity test." Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 Rachel Lynch smiled, touched her head. "Life in the fishing village is bitter; now you’re a Miss in the Hollis Family. You have everything you want. Everything Mom does is for your own good." Anna Hollis had already accepted this fact, as Rachel had said, if she hadn’t done so, she would have been born in a poor fishing village. So she was grateful to her. "Mom, from now on, I will listen to you." This secret was only known to the two of them and they absolutely could not betray each other. Rachel Lynch lovingly stroked her hair; the two began to think about how to make Nicholas Hollis take the initiative to take them back. But at this moment, Nicholas Hollis was still in the Hollis Family, holding the tea Eleanor Hollis brewed, his face full of gratification. "Eleanor, take a break; don’t keep yourself busy." Eleanor Hollis was pouring tea and, hearing his words, paused her actions. Actually, she could tell that Nicholas Hollis truly cared about her; in her heart, she was slowly forgiving him. At least he was the only one over the years who had truly cared about her. "Dad, is your birthday coming soon?" A hint of tears flashed in Nicholas Hollis’s eyes; Anna Hollis had never remembered his birthday in all the years she was in the Hollis Family. Unexpectedly, Eleanor knew. "Yes, it’s in three days, it’s rare you know." Eleanor Hollis lowered her eyes; in fact, she didn’t know, but her grandmother had been nagging about it when she was little, saying her father was a sensible man but listened too much to her mother. "I actually wanted to give you a gift, but it seems like you don’t lack anything." The Hollis Family was affluent, and as the head of the family, Nicholas Hollis indeed lacked nothing. Nicholas Hollis put down the cup, his eyes full of love. "Eleanor, anything you give me, I am lacking. I haven’t received your gift yet." A warmth flashed through Eleanor Hollis’s heart, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "I understand; I’ll prepare a gift for you." In the afternoon, she decided to take a stroll in Grandeur. Before leaving, Wendy Sullivan was always beside her speaking sarcastically, suggesting she was dressed in work attire to seduce men at the company. Eleanor Hollis couldn’t be bothered to respond to her; to her, this old lady seemed rather pitiful. Wendy Sullivan, irritated by her attitude, inevitably went to Nicholas Hollis and uttered some words, implying Eleanor Hollis looked honest but wasn’t decent at all. "Born by a mother but not raised by one!" After saying this, she felt the temperature around her drop suddenly; when she looked up, she indeed found Nicholas Hollis glaring at her with a dark expression. "Mom, why do you say Eleanor was born by a mother but not raised? Don’t you know? If it weren’t for you and Stella insisting on sending her away back then, would she have suffered so much in the countryside?" Wendy Sullivan knew she misspoke and said no more, though her face wasn’t pleasant. "I respect you as an elder and don’t want to fuss over it, Eleanor is my daughter. So speaking poorly of her is speaking poorly of me; better watch your words in future." After saying this, he left. Tightly clutching her cane, Wendy Sullivan’s face turned gloomy, and after grumbling for a while, she went upstairs.