The Real Daughter's Gamble

Summary

On my twentieth birthday, the "real daughter" who had been stolen at birth suddenly showed up at our doorstep, crying that I had stolen her life.

Unlike the timid real daughters in novels, she adhered to the "fight and grab" principle.

From the moment she entered the house, she targeted me under the pretext of "taking back everything that belongs to her."

Whenever my parents showed me a little concern, she would cut her wrists and cry:

"Your biological daughter suffered so much, yet you feel sorry for a thief. I'll die to make you regret this!"