Chapter 6
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Eve's Pov:
"Look at the state the child is in! It's all because of you guys! Don't you feel any guilt or remorse as her parents?" A rough, old, and angry voice comes. My ears ring for a few seconds before I can hear again.
"Shhh... Enough now. Old Master, looks like she is waking up." A calm, soothing voice comes. It's women.
Damn!
Where am I?
I try to open my eyes, but they feel as heavy as sandbags.
After trying for a few times, I slowly open my eyes and a gold coloured ceiling comes into view.
I blink my eyes a few times to adjust to the bright light above me. I can see a big and beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling above me.
Huh? Where did this come from? Am I dreaming?
"She is awake!" A loud and annoying voice comes.
"Shut up! What are you screaming for? Don't you see she is just waking up? Don't scare her!" A harsh voice scolds, and I recognise the voice from earlier. That woman.
I look around and see that I am in a really big and beautiful room. The room is decorated with white and gold. It's filled with luxurious things and matching furniture.
"Where am I?" I whisper softly, not understanding anything. How the hell did I end up here?
"Do you want some water, dear?" That woman's voice comes, and I look to my left side to see a beautiful middle-aged woman standing by the bed I am lying on.
Her eyes are brown and she has black hair. Her facial features are really beautiful. She looks a lot younger than her age in the floral print knee-length dress that she is wearing. But what calms my turbulent heart a little is her genuine and wise smile. Her eyes look sincere and honest as she looks down at me reassuringly.
That look can't be faked.
I nod slightly, gulping and realising actually how dry my throat is.
"Can you get up?" She asks sitting on the bed and pouring water into a glass. I nod again and get up slowly.
"Here you go, dear." She says, handing me the glass of water.
As soon as water enters my mouth, I greedily drink it all, satisfying my thirst.
"Do you want more water?" She asks as I hand the glass back to her.
"No, thank you mam." I say smiling slightly.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, child?" That old voice says again, and I finally become aware of the presence of others in the room. I look at the old man who is looking at me with worried and affectionate eyes.
I tilt my head a little. Why is he looking at me like this?
His hair has turned white, wrinkles cover his face, there's a walking stick in his hands, a clear proof of his age. But the wise and longing look on his face makes me confused.
Looking behind him I see a couple and a young...girl.
That girl is glaring at me as if she can't wait to pull my hairs out.
I have no idea why...
And that woman...
Wait
Wait what?!
Why does the women standing behind the old man seem so familiar to me?
No. It's like I am a carbon copy of her. Her black hair is definitely shorter than mine. It reaches her shoulders, while mine is long to the waist. Her hazel eyes are similar to mine but a little lighter in colour. The facial features are crazy though, it's like I am looking at a mirror, but just an older version of me.
I didn't realise that I froze seeing her. I snap back to reality when I feel someone shaking me lightly.
I look at the women from earlier, looking at me worriedly.
"W-why..who is she?" I ask pointing to the older women who looks like me.
"That's your mother, Eve." The older man says replying to my question, and my eyes widen in shock.
What?
My brain goes blank for a second before processing what he said.
"What? No! She isn't my mom. My mom is..." I stop speaking, remembering how my parents sold me off. "...at...home."
"They aren't your real parents Eve. Alina and Kai are your real parents. The women you just pointed to." That woman says, rubbing my back gently and pointing to the couple standing behind the old man.
Is this a joke?
Am I being pranked?
"Eve, are you feeling okay now, dear? If you are, then we would like to talk with you now and clear everything up for you." That older man says coming closer. I nod confusedly.
"No need to be scared, child. I am your grandpa. "He says, patting my head affectionately.
A strange Warmth fills my heart, and I feel my eyes sting.
How ironic, am I about to cry just because a complete stranger patted my head affectionately, and I felt some affection? Am I this desperate to feel loved?
"I am Josh Hudson. This is my son Kaiden Hudson, your father, and my daughter-in-law Alina Hudson, your mother." He says, pointing to that couple.
Wait Hudson?
As in the second richest family in the country?!
I am getting pranked for sure.
There's no way in hell all this is true.
"Is this a Joke?" I ask, getting angry. First, my parents sold me, and now suddenly, I have a grandpa and a couple who are claiming to be my real parents!?!
A snicker comes, and I see the young girl laughing arrogantly. That old man glares at her, and she shuts up.
"It's a lot to take in, child, but it's true. When you were born, a women who was a maid here exchanged you with her own daughter and took you away. I believe that the maid and her husband are the people whom you grew up with, knowing as your parents." He says, and it seems like my brain stopped functioning for a minute.
What in the actual hell?!
I kept quiet for a few minutes, trying to process everything he said.
What are the chances of this being fake? A scam?
"So... you are telling me the people I grew up with aren't my real parents, but they are...?" I ask, looking at the couple.
It would justify why my parents treated me so poorly and cruelly if this is real. But the couple standing far away from me isn't showing any emotions at all. They are... just looking at me with cold eyes and... irritation?
"Yes, this girl here is Emily. She grew up here in your place. She is the maid's real daughter. When we found out a few years ago that she wasn't you, we started searching for you but we found no trace, making it take this long to finally find you." He says.
I look at the girl and suddenly realise how she looks just like my mom. Her nose and eyes are the same as Mom's. Her facial features are pretty, barely average at best, but they are too familiar to Dad's. It doesn't escape my eyes when embarrassment fills her eyes, and she glares at the old man angrily when he calls her the maid's daughter.
My heart skips a beat calculating the probability of this being true.
"So, she grew up here in my place, and she has dirty blond hair, but you guys still didn't realise that she isn't me?" I ask, not being able to control myself.
What?
It doesn't make sense.
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