The Long-Lost Daughter Returned... But I'm the Real Heiress

Summary

Mom held her in her arms, her eyes red from crying, while Dad swore to make up for lost time:

"My precious girl, whatever you want, it's yours."

She just pointed at me, her face the picture of innocence:

"I want my big sister to go back to her own home, too."

She thought I was just some entitled villainess who had stolen her golden spoon.

But she entirely missed how the color drained from my family's faces the moment those words left her mouth.