The True Heiress of a Wealthy Family is a White Lotus with a Dark Side.

I am the true heiress of a wealthy family.

On the day when my biological father found me, the fake heiress knelt down in front of everyone and begged me not to drive her away.

Alright, then everyone should stay.

I'm a living person of the Hall family.

So, she can only become a ghost of the Hall family.

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When my biological father appeared, I was holding a small piece of bread and vigorously scraping the fermented bean curd juice from the bottle.

The bread was leftovers from my foster mother half a month ago, and it had become moldy and spoiled.

The rotten milk also dried up and became black, and spread thinly on the bottom of the bottle.

But this was the only thing we could eat at home.

My biological father pushed the door, looked around the dilapidated rental house, and locked his gaze on my face.

He walked up and took the bread from my hand, gently placing a piece of cake in my palm.

"Daisy, I am dad. Dad is here to pick you up and take you home."

I stared at him blankly, tears streaming down my face, and called him "Dad".

But I didn't make a sound.

When I was six years old, I had a high fever, but my foster parents were reluctant to spend money to take me to the hospital.

I made it through on my own.

Although I survived, I became deaf and dumb.

My biological father's eyes turned red, and he tightly hugged me.

I was surrounded by people, but I never saw my biological mother.

I held my biological father's hand and pulled out a notebook from my tattered backpack. I wrote three words on it.

"Where is mom?"

A shadow crossed my biological father's face.

"Selina has a stomach flu and Mom is taking care of her at home. Daisy will see mom when you go home with dad."

I nodded vigorously.

Dad took my notebook with him. "Can dad take a look?"

I continued nodding.

Sitting in a limousine, my biological father opened my notebook.

After reading a few pages, he couldn't bear to continue.

It was filled with words I had said to my adoptive parents.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm wrong."

"Dad, please don't hit me. I will work hard to earn money in the future."

"I'm hungry. Can you give me some food, beautiful mother?"

And so on.

I think my biological father must be in great pain.

Back at the Hall's house, my mother, supporting the 'weak' Selina Hall, welcomed us at the door.

Selina Hall is fragrant and soft. We are all sixteen years old, but she is a head taller than me.

She came forward crying and knelt down at my feet.

"Daisy, please don't drive me away. If the Hall family doesn't want me, I really have nowhere to go."

Yesterday, I heard that the Hall family was coming to pick me up, and my adoptive parents packed up and fled overnight.

Everyone thought they were afraid that the Hall family would hold them responsible for abusing me.

Only I know that they wanted to cut off the Hall family's way of sending Selina Hall back.

My birth mother couldn't bear it when Selina knelt down.

She rushed over and gave me a displeased look.

"Daisy, what's wrong with you? Selina is beggi...