Chapter 1

That afternoon, Abigail Parker returned to the Newman residence. Just as she was about to push open the door, she heard Anita Terrell's hysterical accusations from inside.

"That country bumpkin's daughter has been living a pampered life in our house while my own daughter couldn't even get a proper meal in the countryside. And you still want to keep her here to spite me and Gianna!

"I'm telling you honestly, Robin, I feel sick every time I hear her call me 'Mom.' If you keep her around, I'm taking Gianna and leaving this house right now!"

Robin Newman's voice came through in a low rebuttal. "But we've raised Abby for 20 years! How do you expect her to adapt if we suddenly send her back to the countryside?"

"She's been stealing Gianna's life for 20 years! It's time she went back to live the poor life she deserves!"

The Newmans hadn't sent a car to pick Abigail up today. She had ridden a rental bike home, working up a sweat. Her dark hair stuck to her neck, and her sweaty hands tightly clutched the box she had carefully protected throughout the journey.

The Newmans had raised her for 20 years. A few days ago, a young lady named Gianna suddenly appeared at their door, tearfully claiming she was the Newmans' biological daughter.

Anita immediately took them both for a paternity test, and the results indeed showed that Gianna was the Newmans' daughter while Abigail had no blood relation to the Newmans.

Her biological parents were surnamed Parker, so the Newmans had already forced her to change her name to Abigail Parker.

The Parker family lived in a small village in the mountains of the neighboring county. According to Gianna, the Parkers had never left the mountains in their entire lives and couldn't even afford to send her to school, so they probably didn't have the money to come pick Abigail up either.

Abigail knew it was time to return to her real home. She had already bought her bus ticket and had returned today to say goodbye to Robin and Anita, though she hadn't expected Anita to be so anxious about her staying.

Hearing footsteps inside, Abigail quickly released the door handle and was about to turn away when Robin pushed the door open. His eyes were full of guilt.

"Abby... Don't be upset about your mother. She's just feeling bad for Gianna."

Abigail shook her head, her bright eyes crinkling with a smile. "I understand. I came to say goodbye to Mom... I mean, to Mrs. Newman and you."

She handed Robin the box she'd been holding. "This is a birthday gift for Mrs. Newman. I won't go inside, so could you give it to her for me?"

Today was Anita's birthday, but with all the family chaos, no one had remembered.

Robin's eyes reddened at her repeated use of "Mrs. Newman". The daughter he had raised for over 20 years had suddenly become a stranger, yet he had no way to make her stay. After all, Gianna was his biological daughter, and he couldn't let her suffer.

Robin took the box and pulled out a stack of money from his wallet, offering it to Abigail. "Life will be tough there. Take this money and buy yourself something good to eat. If you need more, call me anytime."

Abigail didn't take it. Instead, she stepped back to say, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years."

She looked at him, her eyes reddening despite her efforts. "Your throat condition acts up every time the weather changes. Please try to smoke less. I left some throat lozenges in your desk drawer. Remember to take them."

She didn't mention anything about the future. The Newmans probably didn't want any future with her anyway.

With that, she turned and walked away. She carried only an old backpack. Seeing how flat it was, it clearly contained very little. Even her retreating figure looked thin and fragile, yet there was an unmistakable determination in her stride.

Robin watched her leave with tears in his eyes. Then, he went in and handed the box to Anita, to which she immediately threw it away with a backhand motion. It rolled across the floor with a clatter before popping open, revealing the corner of a green necklace set with diamonds.

It looked extremely expensive. Abigail hadn't even graduated yet, so where had she gotten the money for something like this?

Anita said with disgust, "She certainly knows how to butter people up, using the Newmans' money to buy things to win me over. She probably thinks country life is too harsh and wants to gain sympathy so that she can stay."

Robin sighed helplessly. "Abby's already gone."

Anita couldn't believe it and even felt a hint of indignation. "What did you say? She left just like that?"

Before Robin could respond, Gianna quickly stepped forward and took Anita's arm, saying anxiously, "Mom, it's all my fault. If I hadn't come back, Abigail wouldn't have gotten angry with you and left! My brothers back home are all good-for-nothings, and my adoptive parents favor sons over daughters. All the money I earned before went to the family, and it still wasn't enough.

"Abigail's been pampered her whole life, so it's natural she wouldn't want to return to the Parker family. Maybe we should bring her back? I can get along with her just fine."

Seeing Gianna on the verge of tears, Anita's heart twisted with pain. The thought of Abigail getting to enjoy wealth and luxury with the Newmans while Gianna had to work hard in the countryside to support her family filled her with nothing but resentment.

"Silly girl, it has nothing to do with you. She's just an ungrateful brat who can never be satisfied. She's nothing like our kind-hearted Gianna. Good riddance! If she has the nerve to leave, then she'd better never come back!"

Gianna leaned into Anita's embrace, a flash of jealous hatred flickering in her eyes. She despised Abigail's stunning face. Gianna was supposed to be the Newman family's heiress, yet she felt like an ugly duckling standing next to Abigail.

All of this was the life that Abigail had stolen from her! How could Gianna possibly accept such injustice? Only once Abigail was gone would people stop comparing them, and she could finally claim her rightful place as the true Newman heiress.

At that moment, several dirty cars pulled up at an intersection not far from the Newman residence. Three tall, handsome men got out of their respective vehicles, watching the young woman pedaling her bicycle near the Newman residence's entrance.

These were the Parker family's supposedly good-for-nothing brothers. All three shared similar faces marked by the same exhaustion.

While the third brother, Jayden Parker, was dressed relatively well, the other two looked disheveled. The second brother, Adrian Parker, was especially unkempt. He hadn't even taken off his work coveralls, the typical uniform of a factory worker.

They had just learned that Gianna wasn't actually a Parker and had secretly changed her surname. She had already gone to Jewls to reunite with her biological parents.

Their real sister was Abigail Newman—or more accurately, she should be called Abigail Parker now. They had personally come to pick her up on their parents' orders.

"Samuel, that's definitely Abby. Look at her face! She looks exactly like me," Jayden said excitedly.

Samuel Parker, the eldest, frowned when he noticed Abigail's disheveled state. "What's wrong with the Newmans? They live in such a fancy neighborhood, and they can't even send a car?"

Adrian scoffed, his dark eyes filled with cold disdain. "What do you think? The Newmans figured out she's not their blood, so they've stopped spoiling her. And Gianna probably told them we're dirt poor. The fact that Abigail hasn't come home all this time says everything, doesn't it?"

He had been pulled away from an unfinished experiment to come pick Abigail up, which made him irritable. "I don't get it. Why do we have to come get her? She's just like Gianna, a gold digger who'd rather stay here and be scorned by the Newmans than come home. Are we supposed to bring her back and worship her like some princess?"

Jayden stared at Abigail without blinking, practically drooling. "What did you say? But look how pretty she is! She's so delicate-looking, like a little angel. I can't help it! I just want to pinch her cheeks!"

Chapter 2

The Parker family members had pale complexions and beautiful features—everyone except Gianna, who looked completely different. They had never questioned anything and had always doted on Gianna, yet one look at Abigail made them understand what it meant to be blood-related.

Abigail was rather pale but had delicate and refined features. Her expression held the same cool detachment as Samuel's. Even with her hair casually pulled back in a ponytail and riding a beat-up bicycle, she carried an indescribable air of elegance.

"Have you forgotten how Gianna insulted you? She called you a weirdo who goes crazy over anything fluffy, saying all you're good for is playing with pets and nothing else. How do you know she's any different?" Adrian said coldly, crushing Jayden's excitement.

Samuel and Jayden fell silent. Their cherished sister, Gianna, had left them with nothing but cruel words. It was a pain that would forever remain in their hearts.

How could they be sure Abigail wouldn't be the same? If they brought her home, would she just upset their mother and make her sick again?

"Let's observe her for a few days first," Samuel said, having come to a decision.

Meanwhile, Abigail had no idea what was happening behind her. There was only one bus stop in the residential area, and she'd have to wait two hours if she missed it. She had bought an afternoon ticket and couldn't be late.

But the more urgent she felt, the more chaotic things became. As she turned a corner, a black Maybach suddenly sped toward her from the opposite direction. In her panic, Abigail hit the brakes hard and tumbled to the ground.

The Maybach screeched to a halt, and the driver, Roy Jacobson, jumped out with a hostile attitude. "What the hell? Are you trying to scam people by throwing yourself at cars, young lady?"

The hot weather had Abigail wearing thin cotton-linen pants, and the fall had scraped her knee badly, leaving a large patch of raw skin that stood out against her pale skin. After casually blowing on the wound, she got up, steadied her bike, and pointed to a nearby speed limit sign.

"The speed limit here is 25 mph, and you were driving at 65 mph just now. So, who's scamming who?"

Roy seemed stunned that she could pinpoint his exact speed so accurately and instinctively glanced back at the car. He had indeed been speeding. The passenger inside was in a hurry to get to the Newman residence for a marriage proposal, so the speeding had been tacitly approved.

Just then, the window rolled down, revealing the strikingly handsome face of the man in the back seat.

His skin wasn't exceptionally flawless, but his outstanding features and sharp bone structure more than made up for it. A small scar near his brow made his expression appear even more cold and aloof, and he carried the unmistakable presence of someone accustomed to power.

He studied the somewhat disheveled young lady before him, feeling a vague sense of familiarity, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

The person he was looking for was the Newman family's heiress. Anyone living in this neighborhood, no matter how down on their luck, wouldn't have their child riding a rental bike around. She was probably some family's young maid.

Matthew Dawson casually pulled out a stack of money from his wallet and handed it over, his voice distant. "Sorry, we're in a hurry. Take this money and go to the hospital to get that wound treated."

Though he said it was for medical expenses, the stack contained about five thousand dollars. It was more like hush money.

Abigail blinked and said earnestly, "You should keep that money to pay for your speeding ticket. Turn over a new leaf and be a better person, old man!"

With that, she got straight back on her bicycle and rode away.

Matthew was speechless for a long moment before finally asking, "What did she just call me?"

Roy coughed and didn't dare respond.

The Dawson family held the top position in Jewls, second only to the mysterious Parker family, who never appeared in public. Matthew was only 26 years old but was the acknowledged heir to the Dawson empire. He was the future richest man in Jewls. There were so many people eager to curry favor with him that they could probably form a line from here to another country.

Old man? Was he really that old? Matthew tossed the money onto the seat and laughed bitterly.

She looked so sweet and innocent, but her words had quite a bite. As they drove past each other, Matthew didn't give the young maid another thought. He signaled Roy to hurry to the Newman residence as he nervously turned the ring on his finger.

After all these years, would his sweetheart still recognize him?

Watching Matthew smile helplessly in the rearview mirror, Roy mused that the Dawson family men were truly devoted.

All these years, Matthew hadn't had a single woman by his side. He had been constantly searching for the girl who saved his life 11 years ago. Recently, they'd finally gotten word that the little girl from back then was the Newman family's heiress.

The Dawsons had prepared an extravagant proposal, with the entire family ready to welcome their "future Mrs. Dawson" into the fold. Even Roy was curious to see what kind of woman could make this prince among men wait so many years.

The Maybach passed the beat-up cars, where the three Parker brothers were communicating through walkie-talkies.

Jayden said, "See? I told you our sister isn't some gold-digger. Look at how she handled that situation. A luxury car and a thick stack of cash—yet she didn't even look twice. She's got principles, just like me! Money doesn't impress her, and she won't be pushed around."

Samuel was also pleased with Abigail's performance, though he was more concerned. "Her knee is scraped up, and she didn't treat it. We need to make sure it doesn't get infected. Adrian, go buy some medicine."

Adrian snorted but obediently turned around. "Why do I have to go?"

Samuel replied, "Jayden and I are going to follow Abby."

…

Abigail rushed to the station and caught the bus at the last second. As she settled into her seat, she heard car horns honking outside the window. Looking down, she saw two dirty sedans pulling up close to the bus, the drivers leaning out and shouting something.

The wind and traffic noise were too loud to make out what they were saying. Finding it annoying, Abigail snapped the window shut and pulled out a medical textbook from her backpack, focusing intently on her reading.

…

Meanwhile, Matthew had arrived at the Newman residence, where Robin and Anita came out to greet him with nervous reverence.

The Newmans were a modest family, worlds apart from the Dawsons. Having Matthew, the future heir, personally visit their home was overwhelming. Even his assistant, Daniel Arnett, followed behind, carrying bags full of gifts.

Robin quickly ran through his recent actions, confirming he hadn't offended the Dawsons or broken any laws before daring to speak. "Mr. Dawson, what brings you here?"

Matthew looked at Robin respectfully. "Ms. Newman saved my life 11 years ago in Delton City. I'm here today to propose marriage and ask for your permission to marry her.

After their initial shock, Robin and Anita turned in unison to look at Gianna. At the same time, Gianna stared in shock at the man in an expensive suit, feeling like she might float away with excitement.

She had just returned to the Newmans, and already, such good fortune was falling onto her lap! The Parker family men were handsome enough, but they reeked of poverty. What good were looks without money?

But this man radiated wealth and refinement, carrying himself with the elegant bearing of true nobility. He was a hundred times more attractive than any of those pretty boys on television! She had to seize this opportunity!

Before Robin could speak, Gianna stepped forward to say, "Matt, what I did back then was nothing special. I can't believe you've remembered it all this time."

Matthew looked at Gianna, who was standing behind her parents. She was completely different from the little girl she used to be. He tested the waters with a tentative call, "Sweetheart?"

Gianna clenched her fingers and turned away coyly. "Oh my, I'm all grown up now. You can't call me that anymore!"

Matthew's expression relaxed slightly, but something felt off in his heart. The girl from his childhood hadn't been like this.

That little girl had incredible strength. Though she looked pitiful, when she got down to business, she was fierce. She could casually toss his 15-year-old self right out a window. She was more like… Like…

The face of the young woman he had encountered on the road today flashed unexpectedly through his mind.

"Matt, what are you thinking about?" Gianna moved closer, familiarly latching onto his arm.

Matthew wasn't used to people getting so close and instinctively pulled back, collecting his thoughts. "Nothing. I was just remembering things from when you were little."

Gianna's hand grasped at empty air, and her eyes flickered briefly before she smiled again, her voice taking on a coquettish tone. "I've forgotten a lot of things from back then. After all, I was just a child."

Back when she was with the Parker family, all four of her brothers had fallen for the same act. She knew exactly how to handle men.

But Matthew frowned. "I know everything is rather sudden today. I'll have my parents make a proper visit to discuss the proposal later."

With that, he turned and left. Getting into his car, Matthew toyed with the box in his hands, his expression shrouded in shadow. He instructed Daniel, "Help me look into the Newman family."

Meanwhile, Gianna tried to follow, but Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

She grew irritated. "Dad, what are you doing? That was our shot, and you blew it! Who knows when we'll get another chance like this? That's the Dawson family we're talking about!"

Robin frowned. "That's exactly why we can't rush things! He said he'd have his family make a proper visit. You're acting way too eager right now. What kind of impression will that give? I'm starting to wonder if you're really the one who saved him. Maybe it was Abby—"

Before he could finish, Gianna's expression turned dark. "Abigail, Abigail—it's always about Abigail! You always assume she's the one behind anything good. If you hate me so much, why did you even bother having me?"

She stormed back into the house. Anita glared at Robin. "She has already left, and you're still bringing up that brat to tear down your own daughter. Can't you tell who your real child is?"

Robin snapped back to reality, feeling somewhat regretful. Delton City was where the Parker family lived—and where Gianna had grown up. It made sense that she would have saved Matthew during her time there before coming back to the Newman family.

And now, their family was reaping the benefits. A marriage alliance with the Dawsons would bring far more prestige than any of those little awards Abigail had won at school. He should be cherishing his real daughter!

Chapter 3

Abigail bounced along the bumpy road following the address she had found. By the time she stood in front of the Parker residence, it was already evening. She raised her hand to knock, and from inside came the sound of coughing followed by a gentle male voice.

"Who's there? It's rather late."

Abigail suddenly felt nervous. She wanted to respond, but she didn't know how to introduce herself. What if they didn't want her?

While she hesitated, the yard gate opened to reveal the gaunt but handsome face of a middle-aged man staring at her in shock. "Is... Is that you, Abby?"

This had to be her father, Owen Parker. The resemblance between them was uncanny.

Abigail clutched the hem of her clothes. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating. After struggling for words, she managed only one—"Yes."

The next moment, she heard the crash of furniture falling inside. The man didn't spare her another glance as he turned and ran back into the house. Abigail stared blankly at the empty doorway, feeling suffocated as if she were tangled in vines.

Of course. Gianna had been with the Newmans for 20 years. No one could just accept a sudden daughter swap. The fact that no one had come for her or even called after all this time spoke volumes about how they felt.

She took a step back, about to leave, when chaotic footsteps echoed from inside. Two figures stumbled toward the door, and a woman's trembling voice called out, "Where's Abby? Where's my Abby?"

The woman bore the gentle marks of age, but her elegant bone structure spoke of past beauty. However, she was clinging to Owen's arm while her other hand searched the empty air.

Abigail noticed how she was squinting with effort. It was clear to her that she couldn't see. This had to be her mother, Yvonne Lowe.

Seeing Yvonne about to trip over the threshold, Abigail instinctively reached out to steady her. "I'm here."

The next moment, she was pulled into Yvonne's embrace and held tightly. "My daughter!"

A strange yet warm fragrance enveloped her. Was this what a mother's embrace felt like? Abigail had never experienced this with the Newmans.

Though Anita cared for her, she found Abigail's personality off-putting and rebellious, so they had never been close. Abigail hadn't cried when she learned she wasn't the Newmans' daughter, nor when they threw her out. But now, it was as if a tightly wound string inside her had suddenly snapped.

All her pent-up grievances came crashing down on her heart at once. Before she could even shed a tear, Owen let out a wail and burst into sobs, beating his chest dramatically. He wailed, "My Abby! You're finally home! I thought you didn't want us anymore!"

Abigail's tears seemed to immediately evaporate as she stared at Owen in bewilderment. His crying was so intense that Yvonne forgot her own sadness and just felt a headache coming on. "Stop crying and let her come inside for now."

Owen immediately wiped his tears and bustled around, his voice still thick with emotion. "Abby, you haven't eaten yet, right? What do you like? I'll make it for you."

Abigail replied, "Anything's fine. I'm not picky."

"I'll make you some pasta, then." He walked away cheerfully, as if he hadn't just been sobbing his heart out moments before.

Abigail was still adjusting to her biological father's emotional swings. After a moment, she helped Yvonne into the house and glanced around. Her impression of the Parker residence could be summed up in one word—poor but still warm.

The table, chairs, and even the cabinet along the wall were all made of cheap wood, arranged to give Yvonne easy navigation space. Beyond that, the house was practically bare.

After sitting down, Yvonne took Abigail's hands and carefully felt them. "You're so thin! Have you been suffering out there? Were the Newmans good to you? It's our fault for taking so long to discover the truth… We thought... You wouldn't want to come back..." Her voice trailed off, sounding dejected.

After all, Gianna was a living example of rejection. The daughter they'd carefully raised for over 20 years had immediately changed her surname upon learning she was the Newmans' switched child. She'd used any means necessary to escape this family, even hurling cruel words at them.

Abigail answered honestly, "The Newmans were very good to me. I didn't suffer."

Everyone was simply returning to where they belonged. She had nothing to complain about.

Sensing Yvonne's tension, Abigail offered comfort. "I'm a Parker. Since I've chosen to come back, I won't leave. My grades are decent, and I can find work, so I'll be able to support you all in the future."

Yvonne was startled by this and was about to respond when the sound of a car engine came from outside, followed by Jayden's voice. "Dad, Mom, is our sister back?"

Three tall men strode in, their frames nearly blocking the single light in the small room.

Yvonne beamed. "Abby, these are your brothers."

What started as Owen making Abigail a simple plate of pasta turned into a family reunion dinner. Of the four Parker brothers, three had arrived.

The eldest, Samuel, looked the most steady and gentle. Wanting to make introductions, Yvonne began, "He's a compa—"

Samuel smiled and cut in, "I'm a contractor at construction sites. I build houses for people."

Abigail showed no sign of disdain or rejection toward his work. Instead, she pulled a small lucky charm from her bag and handed it to Samuel.

"Construction sites are dangerous. I picked this up some time before, and it's supposed to keep you safe."

Samuel hadn't expected her to bring him a gift. Something flickered across his expression, and it took him several seconds before he reached out to accept it. "Thank you."

The second brother, Adrian, entered last. He looked like he had a bad temper as his expression was cold and distant. He gave off an air that kept people at arm's length.

Without waiting for Yvonne to speak, he walked straight to Abigail. "Roll up your pants. Aren't you worried about getting an infection? Why'd you leave a wound untreated for so long?"

Abigail had forgotten about her leg injury until he mentioned it. As she rolled up her pant leg, she narrowed her eyes. "How did you know I've been hurt for a while?"

The room fell momentarily quiet. This brat was pretty sharp. If she found out they had come to get her but stayed hidden to observe her attitude, she'd probably be angry.

Samuel quickly kicked him, but Adrian's expression didn't change. "Why are you kicking me? The blood hasn't dried, but it has already scabbed over and the area is swollen. Isn't it obvious? Have you been playing rich girl with the Newmans for so long that you've lost all common sense?"

While talking, his hands never stopped moving. He pulled the medicine from his work overalls like a magician and personally tended to her wound.

His technique was skilled and had its own style. Abigail barely felt any pain before Adrian had her wound properly bandaged so securely that even the knot was hidden. Those old researchers in the lab knew this trick too, but none could bandage as well as Adrian.

Samuel explained, "He's a factory worker at a pharmaceutical plant. He has a bad temper, so don't take it personally."

Abigail was studying his bandaging technique when she shook her head generously in response. She smiled at Adrian. "I don't mind at all. Your technique is excellent, Adrian. Could you teach me?"

Adrian stiffened. "What's worth learning about this?"

"I don't know how, so I need to learn," she replied, pulling a small medicine bottle from her bag and handing it to Adrian.

"Work is exhausting, so make sure you rest too. I made these energizing pills myself. You can take them when you need a boost."

Adrian didn't want to accept it, but Samuel pushed him, so he reluctantly took the bottle and rolled it between his fingers.

The other family members shot Adrian envious looks. He was the only one who'd gotten a handmade gift, and he still wasn't satisfied!

Chapter 4

Abigail's third older brother, Jayden, came over. He was restraining his urge to ruffle Abigail's hair for fear of startling her.

"Abby, do you have any favorite celebrities? I hang around theaters a lot, so just tell me whose autograph you want."

Abigail wasn't particularly interested in such things, but not wanting to dampen Jayden's enthusiasm, she asked casually, "Do you know Atlas Knox?"

Atlas was the entertainment industry's hottest musical genius. He'd been famous for years but remained highly mysterious, staying so far behind the scenes that even collaborating singers didn't know what he looked like.

Jayden's eyes lit up. "You like him?"

Abigail shook her head. "Not really, but we have some history."

Jayden's face immediately fell, looking like he might cry. "Oh... I don't know him."

She added kindly, "Better that you don't. He's not a good person."

He fell silent.

For Jayden, Abigail had brought a vintage silver guitar pick pendant. For Owen, a set of polished wooden worry stones. And for Yvonne, a lavender sleep pillow.

She had delayed leaving the Newman residence for so long precisely to prepare these gifts. Fortunately, each one suited everyone's preferences perfectly.

The Parker family had a fourth son too, but he was disabled with paralyzed legs. He was confined to a wheelchair and was very frail. It was no wonder everyone in the Parker family looked hardworking yet remained so poor—most of their money went toward his medical treatments.

Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and closed her bag. Inside remained one last gift, saved for her fourth older brother.

After learning about all the family members, Abigail followed Owen to her room. It was the largest one on the second floor, right next to her fourth brother, Xavier Parker's, room.

Gianna had refused to stay there, claiming Xavier's illness was depressing and his nighttime groans of pain disturbed her sleep. She then moved to the third floor instead.

Owen was worried Abigail might find it lacking and scratched his head. "There are so many people in the house, so this is the only room that's never been used before. It's brand new. Don't worry, though. We're building a new house that'll be ready soon. If you're not comfortable sleeping here these next few days, I can have Xavier move upstairs so that he won't disturb you."

Abigail surveyed the room's decor. And well…

It had its own bathroom, and it was clearly the best and largest room in the house. The only problem was the explosion of bright pink everywhere. Even the curtains were a puffy pink lace. Anyone walking in would think they had stumbled into a Barbie dollhouse.

Abigail fought to keep her mouth from twitching. "It's fine. I can stay here."

Rather than clearing out Gianna's room, they had chosen to redecorate this one. After 20 years of emotional attachment, they were probably still hoping Gianna might come back. Abigail understood completely.

It was far more thoughtful than what had happened at the Newman residence, where Anita had immediately made her give up her room and move in with the housekeeper after Gianna returned.

After washing up and changing into the pink strawberry and bear pajamas the Parker family had prepared, Abigail lay in bed, feeling more at peace than she ever had before.

A blind mother, a father who cried easily, a sick brother, and a rather broken home. She had her work cut out for her.

Still, the situation was much better than Abigail had expected. At least everyone seemed nothing like the lazy freeloaders Gianna had described.

Poverty was the easiest problem to solve. Worst-case scenario, she'd take on more projects and earn more money. The urgent priority was medical treatment.

Yvonne's eyes needed treatment, and so did Xavier's legs—though she hadn't met him yet.

Abigail could handle these cases herself. Over the years, she had secretly learned quite a few skills behind the Newmans' backs and helped them considerably. She had occasionally mentioned her abilities, but they never believed her.

The Parker family didn't know her well yet, so they probably wouldn't believe her either. She'd need to find help from others to avoid delaying treatment.

Exhausted from the long journey, Abigail quickly fell into a deep sleep despite her racing mind. Meanwhile, the rest of the Parker family held their gifts, unable to sleep.

Abigail's small backpack had looked practically flat; it clearly didn't carry much. Yet somehow, she had managed to fit gifts for each of them inside. They couldn't help thinking of Gianna.

All these years, she'd return with a bulging bag no matter where she went. It'd be stuffed full of things she had bought for herself. They had grown used to it, thinking that was just how their little sister was. They spoiled her regardless.

Being treated with such thoughtfulness for the first time left them feeling somewhat unsettled.

Nonetheless, Adrian was quick to spoil the moment. "Don't fall for it. Gianna pulled the same act whenever she wanted something from us. These are just worthless little gifts anyway."

Who knew what scheme Abigail was cooking up?

Jayden slumped in defeat. "Easy for you to complain. She barely acknowledged me and then said I wasn't a good person. How did I mess up already?"

…

That night, Abigail was awakened by the sound of groaning. The suppressed moans sounded like laments in the quiet house, weak and heartbreaking.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, listening carefully to confirm the sounds were coming from the room next door. It was her fourth brother, Xavier, whom she had never met.

Abigail was hesitating about whether to check on him when the groaning from next door turned into muffled sobs. The next second, a loud thud was heard. It was as if something had fallen.

Abigail slipped out of bed and, worried about disturbing the others' sleep, turned on her phone's flashlight and tiptoed out of her room. She approached the door next to hers and was about to knock when it creaked open slightly.

The door wasn't closed. Abigail whispered, "Do you need help?"

When she got no response, she gripped the door handle and peeked inside. It was quite dark, but she could vaguely make out a figure curled up on the floor. She quickly rushed in, set her phone aside, and tried to help the person up.

"Get out!"

Chapter 5

Xavier struggled violently, shoving Abigail away as he spoke in a low, icy voice.

Abigail hadn't expected him to be so strong. Caught off guard, her back slammed into a corner of the bed frame, the pain making her vision go black. After taking a moment to recover, she got up again to help Xavier.

Now, she was getting annoyed too. She firmly pressed down Xavier's outstretched hand and easily lifted him from behind, placing him on the bed.

Xavier was baffled by her strength. He actually knew this had to be the little sister who had just returned home. He hadn't been sleeping when Abigail arrived. He had simply chosen not to go downstairs.

When Gianna left, she had called him a useless cripple who dragged everyone down. He didn't want another stranger mocking him.

He knew she had prepared gifts for every family member, and predictably, there was nothing for him. His heart felt cold and bitter. No one wanted a burden like him around.

He studied the small shadow in front of him. She couldn't be more than five-foot-six and looked skinny as anything. The other family members always had trouble lifting him. How had she done it so effortlessly?

Abigail spoke up, her voice sweet and soft. "Where does it hurt? You can tell me."

That snapped Xavier back to reality. Feeling humiliated, his face flushed red as he slapped the bed, keeping his voice low. "Who told you to come in here? Get out!"

She made a small humming sound but showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she stepped closer and began examining his legs with her hands. "Does it hurt here?"

Xavier was stunned speechless. When he didn't respond, Abigail moved to another spot and pressed. "How about here?"

Only then did Xavier react, his face burning with embarrassment. "What are you doing? I told you to get out! Don't you understand?"

Abigail leaned closer. "I'm not your previous sister. I won't coddle you. Tell me where it hurts, or I'll be woken up by your noise every night."

His chest heaved. "Weren't you acting all sweet and obedient downstairs? Are you done with the act now?"

She looked surprised. "Oh, so you were awake the whole time."

Realizing he had been caught, he turned his head away stubbornly.

She didn't argue with him. She simply lowered her head and used her phone's flashlight to examine and press various spots on Xavier's legs. Sometimes, he would flinch; sometimes, he wouldn't. Muscle response was a good sign. At least, the nerves weren't dead yet. It was just poisoning.

After a moment of silence, Abigail turned and left, returning with a small box of candies in her hand. "This is for you. Take one whenever it hurts. Or whenever you start feeling uncomfortable. It'll help with pain and calm your nerves."

Xavier scoffed. "Why don't you just give me sleeping pills?"

She glanced up at him. "Don't push me, or I really will slip you some sleeping pills."

With that, she tossed the candy box onto the bed and walked out. Xavier was so angry that he bit the blanket. He wanted to rush out and tell everyone that her sweet demeanor was all an act! She was just like Gianna—cruel and sharp-tongued!

In a fit of spite, Xavier poured out the candies and shoved two into his mouth, hoping to poison himself and prove Abigail's malicious intent. However, after lying in bed for a while, his legs stopped aching, his back pain faded, and a long-lost drowsiness washed over him.

…

Abigail woke up early the next day. She got dressed, slung a small backpack over her shoulders, and prepared to head out. She needed to go to the city to find doctors for Xavier and Yvonne, and to buy some medicinal herbs for recuperation.

This whole family was either severely exhausted or poisoned, so getting their health back on track was essential before they could focus on earning money.

The rest of the Parker family was already up and seemed surprised to see her leaving so early.

Jayden approached her eagerly. "Where are you going so early?"

Abigail blinked. "To Jewls."

Adrian wore an expression that said, "I told you so". She was just like Gianna and couldn't handle any hardship. Meanwhile, Owen and Samuel stayed silent, but their mood grew particularly heavy.

Abigail continued, "Xavier's legs are really hurting. I know a good doctor in Jewls, so I'll go ask him to help. I'll also explore other ways to make money in the city.

"Mom's eyes definitely need treatment too; she can't keep living like this without sight. Oh, and do you have anything you need me to bring back? Or anything special you'd like to eat? I can pick it up on my way home tonight."

She looked up to find everyone staring at her in stunned silence. Their little sister was like a busy ant, running in circles, trying to figure out how to support the family. And here they were, still questioning her character.

Abigail touched her face. "What's wrong?"

Samuel was the first to break into a smile and said gently, "Nothing's wrong. I have a car, and I actually need to go to Jewls today too. Want a ride?"

Jayden immediately chimed in, "I also have—"

Before he could finish, Samuel silenced him with a single look.

Abigail beamed. "Thanks, Samuel."

Samuel couldn't help himself and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Eat something first. If I'm driving, we're not in a rush."

Xavier's legs had been a problem for years, and it wasn't like they hadn't sought out doctors before. But if their family couldn't solve it, they didn't hold much hope that Abigail could either.

Still, no one wanted to dampen Abigail's enthusiasm. After all, having someone who genuinely cared about the family was always a good thing.

While eating, Samuel sent a message to his assistant, Paul Boyle. "Run a promotion at the mall today. All unmarried women get to shop for free."

The family didn't know Abigail's size and had only prepared a few basic everyday clothes. What Abigail was wearing today was clearly too big for her. Gianna, on the other hand, had a whole closet full of clothes.

As they were leaving, Owen slipped a card into Abigail's hand. "Abby, this is the family's savings. Buy yourself whatever you like and don't hold back, okay?"

Abigail glanced down at it. The words "Supreme VIP" were imprinted on it.

Her mouth twitched as she quietly pocketed it. "Okay."

Chapter 6

Abigail was carrying the same backpack from yesterday. She pulled out a large black lump and placed it in front of an old white-haired man in Jewls' oldest nursing home. "Hans, I need your help."

The elderly man looked like a wise old professor as he stroked his long beard. When he saw the dark mass, his eyes widened immediately, and he stumbled backward a few steps. "You brought me cow dung again!"

Abigail watched his reaction with a grin, trying to figure out how to smooth things over, when another voice was heard. A crisp female voice interrupted their conversation, sounding steady and slightly amused. "If Hans doesn't want it, I'll take it. I'll help you, little one. My vegetable garden needs fertilizing anyway."

Abigail immediately lifted the bag of cow dung like a precious offering and carried it to the woman. "You're the best, Elizabeth."

Hans Elmer, known as a miracle doctor, had earned his reputation as a legendary healer. Ten years ago, he and his wife, Elizabeth Sutton, funded this nursing home and retreated from the scene to live quietly away from worldly concerns.

Abigail had met the couple by chance, and the childless pair had taken her in like she was their granddaughter.

"Alright, what kind of help do you need?" Hans snorted like an overgrown child, putting on airs. "No matter how nice Elizabeth is, you'll still have to rely on me in the end."

Abigail raised an eyebrow, feeling warmth in her heart as she quickly explained Yvonne's and Xavier's conditions. She then waited eagerly for his response.

Hans stroked his beard. "Those are just minor ailments. Wait here."

When Abigail arrived, her backpack had been bulging with over ten pounds of cow dung. When she left, it was still bulging but was now stuffed with medicinal herbs.

She took multiple buses and rode a bike, spending an hour to get back to where Samuel had dropped her off that morning. Hans and Elizabeth preferred to keep their whereabouts private from outsiders, so Samuel could only drop her at the bus station early that morning.

"Samuel!" Abigail called out energetically from across the street. Despite running around all day, she was still full of vigor, waving enthusiastically at Samuel on the other side.

Samuel was still wearing his worn gray work clothes, holding a cup of bubble tea that ladies loved to drink. As soon as the light turned green, he immediately walked toward her.

"Don't buy these fancy things anymore. We can easily make something like this at home. The price of one cup could feed our whole family of... seven until we're stuffed," Abigail said while taking the bubble tea with genuine appreciation written all over her bright, clean face.

"But thank you so much for getting this for me, Samuel!"

Samuel felt deeply moved and a bit heartbroken. Before he could respond, he watched Abigail magically produce another cup and divide the bubble tea in half, offering it to him. She smiled generously. "Here. Halfsies."

The bubble tea probably cost a couple of dollars. Given how tight money was for the Parker family, they probably rarely got to drink anything like this.

"Alright." Samuel's heart completely melted at Abigail's gesture.

Seeing Samuel's barely contained joy, Abigail assumed he hadn't had bubble tea much and was perhaps delighted by this rare treat. This strengthened her resolve to work hard and support this big family.

Family stuck together through thick and thin. No matter what, she was a Parker, and she had to do her share.

"Drink it slowly. I'll make sure you all can have bubble tea every day from now on." Abigail looked at her half-cup of bubble tea and quietly put the lid back on, deciding to share it with those at home instead.

Samuel nearly teared up. Passersby waiting for the bus also cast pitying glances their way. The two were such a good-looking pair of siblings, but their circumstances seemed heartbreakingly difficult.

"Don't you need to be at the construction site?" Abigail suddenly realized that Samuel was probably needed at work around this time.

Samuel answered smoothly, "I haven't had a break in ages. When my boss heard we found you, he gave me a few days off to spend time with you."

"Great, then let's head home. Brewing the medicine is going to be quite a project today." Abigail didn't question it further.

…

"Darling, why do these herbs smell faintly like manure?"

After returning home, Abigail opened her backpack and pulled out the herbs Hans had prepared. A distinct cow dung smell immediately wafted out. Even Yvonne's usually composed face showed traces of disbelief.

Abigail scratched her head with an embarrassed laugh. "I had cow dung in my bag earlier, but it's fine! I'll just wash the herbs first."

Owen, Yvonne, and Samuel were stunned into silence.

"Where exactly did Abby get these herbs? Are we sure that after your mom and Xavier consume them... it won't make things worse?" Owen looked troubled as he watched Abigail's determined figure bustling around, preparing the medicine.

Samuel felt somewhat awkward. The truth was, he didn't really know since he had only dropped Abigail at the bus station. Following his principle of respecting her independence, he hadn't had anyone follow her.

"Never mind that. It's totally alright. It's the thought that counts." Yvonne forced herself to be consoling, though the smile on her face was utterly unconvincing.

Abigail worked up a sweat in the kitchen, spending nearly three hours brewing medicine and making herbal treats. By the time she emerged, it was already dark. All the Parker family members, except Xavier, were gathered in the small living room.

Her little face was smudged with soot from working over the traditional wood-burning stove. Her bright, clear eyes sparkled as she walked in wearing a cheerful yellow apron and carrying a large tray.

"Everyone's back! Perfect timing! I made some nourishing treats. Since you all do physical work, these will help strengthen you."

Everyone stared at the dark, unidentifiable lumps that bore no resemblance to any recognizable food ingredient. Their mouths twitched involuntarily as they exchanged glances, and they fell into stunned silence.

Abigail looked around with an innocent, adorable expression and broke into a grin. "They don't look great, but they taste amazing! And they're incredibly nutritious! Don't worry. Everything came from the doctor, so it's good for you—not at all harmful.

"Oh, this green bowl is for Mom, and the yellow bowl is for Xavier. I'll take it up to him." Abigail was still thinking about that grumpy fourth brother of hers.

"Wait up," Samuel said.

He knew Xavier's temperament better than anyone. If Abigail went up there, she'd probably get an earful. Not only would her good intentions be wasted, but both of them would end up upset.

Whether this medicine would work or not was unclear, but Abigail had worked hard all day. Even if there were no results, she deserved credit for her effort. "I'll take it up. You should rest."

Abigail shook her head. With Xavier's foul temper and Samuel's considerate nature toward his siblings, Samuel would probably just let Xavier refuse to take it. Abigail needed to see him finish every drop with her own eyes.

She flashed a sweet smile. "I'll do it. Xavier and I met yesterday, and he actually really likes me."

Soon, everyone downstairs heard Xavier's furious roar. "Did you crawl out of a cesspit? Get out of my room!"

Abigail tilted her head slightly, easily dodging the flying pillow attack. Her bright eyes blinked as her sweet voice carried a mischievous laugh. "I guess God is fair, huh? He gave you those useless legs but blessed you with a nose more sensitive than a dog's."

"Get out!"

This was only their second meeting, and they were already having their second fight. Abigail clicked her tongue and strode into the room.

Her slender hand swiftly grabbed his wrist while the other held the mug of medicine. Without a word, she pressed a specific pressure point on his chin with her pinky, forcing Xavier to open his mouth and helplessly swallow the entire bowl of medicine that reeked faintly of cow dung.

Xavier immediately threw a coughing fit. Abigail nodded with satisfaction as she looked at the empty bowl. She released him and patted his back until his flushed face returned to normal.

"I'll tell you a little secret, my dear Xavier. That was cow dung soup." Abigail leaned in playfully, dropped this bombshell, and then immediately darted backward to dodge the anticipated attack.

Xavier's mind was completely consumed by the words "cow dung". He kept dry heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tried to curse her out. The scene was absurdly comical. "Abigail Parker!"

After a moment, Xavier finally recovered enough to glare at Abigail, who was doubled over with innocent laughter. He let out a low, resentful growl.

She nodded obediently. "Yes, Xavier? No need to yell. My hearing is perfectly fine. I'm a very healthy person. Take these pills with it, or the cow dung won't be properly digested and will come out of your body in various forms."

Abigail pulled out a colorful glass bottle, tossed it into his arms, then grabbed the empty bowl and made her escape.

Humming a little tune, she headed downstairs where the Parker family was waiting with eager expressions. The soundproofing wasn't great, so the family had heard most of what happened upstairs.

"Xavier finished it all! Give it some time, and he'll definitely get better!" Abigail maintained her optimistic, positive energy.

Jayden's temple twitched. He had thought Abigail looked sweet and soft, like someone who could be easily bullied. Who knew she'd have Xavier completely under control? Not bad at all. She was definitely his sister.

"You and Xavier, um, did everything go smoothly?" Owen asked. He could hear Xavier's continued grumbling from upstairs. The process hadn't seemed entirely pleasant either.

Abigail sat casually at the dining table, clearly in a good mood. "Yeah. Like I said, Xavier really does like me. We get along wonderfully."

Adrian looked skeptical. For someone so young, she sure had a talent for telling bald-faced lies.

"Why aren't you guys eating?" Abigail picked up one of the dark lumps from the plate, about to pop it in her mouth.

Before it reached her lips, multiple hands suddenly shot out toward her, and everyone shouted in unison, "Wait!"

Abigail jumped, startled to see four men—everyone except Yvonne—reaching toward her. The sudden pressure was quite intimidating. Her eyes showed confusion as she asked, "What's wrong?"

Jayden couldn't bear to watch Abigail eat what looked more toxic than actual poison. He grabbed the lump from her hand. He closed his eyes, clenched his other hand, and shoved the lump into his mouth with the determination of someone making the ultimate sacrifice.

Owen, Samuel, and Adrian immediately rejoiced. Everyone stared at Jayden expectantly, with Samuel even ready to call 911. Meanwhile, Jayden looked like he was making peace with his fate.

His expression slowly shifted from heroic resignation to relaxed relief, and after chewing, he actually started to enjoy it. His eyes snapped open, somewhat sparkling. "It's delicious!"

"Occupational hazard," Adrian said, watching Jayden's dramatic performance. "Or he's hallucinating from poisoning."

A big question mark slowly appeared over Abigail's head as she looked at Adrian in confusion. "How could it be poisonous? These are all non-toxic herbs."

"Abby, how are you so talented at cooking?" Jayden couldn't resist reaching out to pinch those soft, clean cheeks, still savoring the taste.

Quick as lightning, Jayden grabbed several more lumps and stuffed them into his brothers' and parents' mouths before patting his chest in assurance. "It really is good! I'm not lying!"

Yvonne savored it carefully and was full of praise. "Abby, this is delicious! How did you make it taste this good? It's got that sweet and slightly bitter thing going on, and it's so soft and creamy."

Owen was even more dramatic. Tears glistened in his eyes as he wiped them away. "My daughter has grown up. She's so thoughtful, making all these delicious things for us. She has really grown up."

"The taste really is excellent," Samuel added in his praise.

Adrian said it was "just okay" but contradicted himself by reaching for another piece.

Abigail felt a pang of sympathy. She had just thrown this together casually, but seeing how poor the family was, it was clear they rarely got to enjoy anything delicious.

"I just mixed in some of the bubble tea Samuel bought this afternoon to balance out the bitter taste of the herbs, then added some stevia leaves. It was hard to control the heat on the stove, so they don't look very pretty," Abigail explained.

Something dawned on Yvonne as she reached out to take Abigail's hand. "Abby dear, were you always cooking when you were with the Newmans? How else would someone so young have such amazing cooking skills? I'm sorry. Your father and I should've been more careful."

As she spoke, her nose tingled with emotion.

Abigail's heart softened at her words, and she linked arms with Yvonne affectionately. "No, no. I just figured it out when I was bored. The Newmans had a cook, so it wasn't my job anyway."

Previously, Abigail was quite busy, and since Anita always disapproved of everything she did, the two constantly clashed. She had basically never set foot in the kitchen.

The fact was, although Anita had always been at odds with her, Abigail never lacked food or drink. She hadn't lived a hard life with the Newmans.

"Abby, my boss is really into healthy food. How about you make some more and I'll bring them for him to try? If he likes them, we could work out some kind of deal. What do you think?" Samuel suggested this approach.

He couldn't bear to let the sweet, thoughtful Abigail shoulder too much burden, so he needed an excuse to give her money. This seemed like the safest way.

Abigail thought for a moment. "These ingredients are too pricey if we're selling to your boss. Let me find some cheaper alternatives tomorrow, Samuel. Don't worry. I'm definitely going to work hard and get our family back on our feet!"

After Abigail went upstairs to wash up, Yvonne asked reluctantly, "Are we going to keep Abby in the dark forever?"

Everyone's hearts were conflicted, but no one answered.

Chapter 7

It was already breakfast time the next day, but Abigail was nowhere to be seen.

Adrian kept checking the time, anxious to follow up on his latest experiment results. He glanced toward the staircase repeatedly. "I told you guys that she was just putting on an act for a day or two, but you didn't believe me.

"She's been living the good life with the Newmans. It's only been two days with us, and her true colors are already showing."

The front gate opened at that moment. Abigail appeared with her hair in a full bun, wearing a linen long-sleeved shirt and still carrying that worn backpack. She was slightly out of breath, with crystal-clear drops of sweat trailing down her pale neck as she stood at the gate. "You're all up!"

"Whoa, this is so heavy! What is all this? It must weigh around 60 pounds." Jayden dropped his pancake and rushed over in a few quick steps to take the backpack from Abigail. His hand even dropped from the weight.

Abigail had rosy lips and white teeth. She looked aloof when she wasn't smiling, but the moment she spoke, her eyes would light up with warmth that drew people in.

"The mountain next to us is such a treasure trove! It's full of all kinds of medicinal herbs. I got up early to pick some. Samuel mentioned working with his boss, so I found some substitutes. I figured I'd make some healthy food today so that he could take it with him."

Samuel frowned and stood up from the dining table with a troubled expression, feeling like he had caused Abigail to suffer again.

"We told you that you need to rest with that injury. Why are you doing physical labor?" Adrian was the type who complained but cared deeply about others. He was already getting out his medical kit, seeing that Abigail's previously bandaged wound was bleeding through again.

Abigail sat on a stool and replied, "It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt."

"What time did you leave this morning?" Samuel looked at the backpack full of herbs, his brows still furrowed.

"Around 4:00 am? I was hoping to make you all some stew too, but I got a bit delayed." Abigail flashed a bright smile and effortlessly lifted the backpack onto the table with one hand.

Jayden stared in shock, wondering where this delicate-looking young lady got such strength. Abigail shrugged it off and rummaged through her backpack.

"Dad, could you grind up this herb and have Mom apply it thickly over her eyes for 15 minutes? Do it twice a day for a week."

Owen's eyes welled up with tears as he took the herb like it was a precious treasure. He felt deeply moved and heartbroken. "Abby, you're doing so much for this family. But sweetie, listen to me. You just need to be our happy little princess."

Abigail grew silent. It wasn't like she didn't want to.

It was just that with the Parker family members being old, weak, sick, or disabled, she didn't have the luxury of being a little princess. She'd rather choose to be an independent, strong woman, shouldering the responsibility of her family's happiness.

"Stage something on the main road out of the village in an hour. My sister will help someone out and get rewarded a million dollars." Samuel turned away and texted Paul.

…

"Samuel, isn't it inappropriate for us to meet your boss empty-handed? Maybe I should go back and bring something." Abigail was being dragged along by Samuel, who insisted they meet his boss to discuss future business cooperation.

There was a sudden brake, and Abigail lurched forward.

"Someone has collapsed up ahead!" she said while quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and rushing out to check the situation.

Jayden was supposed to take a private helicopter to an event out of town, but he really wanted to spend more time with his adorable and cuddly sister, so he shamelessly squeezed into this beat-up car.

He had no idea about this staged situation and was startled. He got out of the car too, only to find Abigail already performing CPR on the collapsed elderly woman.

After Abigail's quick actions, the elderly woman gradually regained her breathing and heartbeat. Her previously pale cheeks slowly regained color, and she half-opened her eyes, pointing at Abigail with a trembling hand. "You... You saved me."

When the ambulance arrived, the elderly woman's family came with it. They grabbed Abigail's arm emotionally, even dropping to their knees to thank her.

"Thank you… Thank you for saving our mother! This is a million-dollar check to express our thanks!" A family member shoved the check directly into Abigail's hands and disappeared from her sight, following the ambulance as it sped away.

Samuel rubbed his forehead slightly. Was this Paul's handiwork? Could it get any more ridiculous?

Jayden pressed his lips together to suppress his laughter and leaned over to Samuel, speaking in a voice only they could hear. "You know, I could recommend more professional actors to you."

"Get lost."

"You got it." Jayden instantly transformed into an award-winning actor, grabbing Abigail's hands in shock while using the opportunity to increase physical contact and build intimacy. "Oh my God! A million dollars! Is this really a million dollars? You can just write a million dollars on a piece of paper like this?"

At that moment, Jayden looked like he had completely lost his mind, acting so crazy that his siblings stared at him like he was an idiot. Samuel suddenly felt that the earlier actors' performance was actually pretty reasonable in comparison.

As for Abigail, she just felt sorry for Jayden after seeing him get so ecstatic over a million-dollar check. But thinking about it, with the Parker family having been dirt poor for so many years, a million dollars truly was an astronomical sum.

"Yeah, it's totally possible. Go ahead and feel it, but we'll have to return it later." Abigail handed the check to Jayden.

Samuel stepped forward. "From their clothes and bearing, that elderly woman and her family are clearly wealthy. You saved the old lady just now. They probably don't care about this amount at all and won't want it back. It's just their way of showing gratitude. We'll probably never see them again after this."

Abigail pointed to the payee information on the check. "Look over here. We can trace this at the bank. I help people because it's the right thing to do, not for money. I helped her because I saw someone in need and couldn't just stand by and watch. I just did what little I could. When we get to Jewls, we'll go to a bank and return this."

She had made up her mind.

Right now, the Parker family had so many mouths to feed and really needed money, but that didn't mean they could accept just any money.

Jayden felt a surge of pride. She was definitely a Parker, with real backbone and principles. If this had been Gianna, she'd already be shouting about rushing to the bank to cash it.

"Don't cry, Jayden. We'll find a way to make more money."

When Abigail took back the check, she noticed that Jayden's eyes were brimming with tears. She thought he was heartbroken about losing the money.

He wiped his eyes, feeling touched by Abigail's words. A million dollars was nothing to him. It was as fleeting as the clouds in the sky.

Samuel's usually cold, handsome face softened with warmth as he gently patted Abigail's shoulder. "You're a good kid, Abby. We'll work hard together and build a better life."