Emelia’s POV
I had suspected for a long time that I was not their biological child. The way they treated me all these years was the clearest evidence.
I stared at the two people I had called parents for so long. I waited for an answer. Who am I, really? Where do I come from? Do I still have biological parents? Was I taken from an orphanage, or is there another story behind it?
"Be honest. Who are my real parents?" I demanded once more.
"Forgive us, Emelia. Back then, we had been unable to have children for a long time, so we decided to take you from an orphanage. But as it turned out, not long after you arrived, Ana became pregnant with Bianca. We tried our best to be fair," Pedro said in a low voice.
"Fair?" I smiled bitterly at his words. There was no such thing as "fair" in my memo
