Chapter 12


    From a young age, Delh always found herself at the center of her friends‘ yful jests whenever she


    brought her daughter around her besties. They would tease her incessantly, scrutinizing her and her


    daughter’s faces, joking suggesting that maybe there had been a mix–up at the hospital because the


    child bore no resemnce to her.


    It wasn’t as though her daughter wasn’t attractive. Quite the contrary. All of Delh’s children had been


    cherubic in their youth. Yet Summer, whenpared with her older brothers, seemed remarkably in,


    compounded by the fact that both Delh and her husband were exceptionally good–looking. This only


    fueled further teasing from her friends.


    As Delh reminisced, there was a painful truth to those yful words. Shaking off her wandering


    thoughts, she softly called out. “Mira.”


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    Mirabe’s expression remained as impassive as ever,cking the excitement one might expect upon


    seeing one’s birth parents. She merely nodded a polite greeting.


    Seeing Mirabe’s frosty demeanor, Summer quickly jumped in to exin, “Mom, Mira just got back


    from the countryside. She might need some time to get used to everything again.”


    Delh had encountered Mirabe a few months prior and had sensed her withdrawn nature. So, while


    she felt a twinge of disappointment that Mirabe didn’t call her ‘mom,‘ she wasn’t particrly


    surprised. After all being mistakenly switched at birth and raised by the Gilbert family in a quaint town


    before returning to her biological family was bound to require an adjustment period. Patience was key.


    Delh couldn’t help but cast aplicated nce at Summer, with a fleeting shadow crossing her


    face. She quickly masked it with an indifferent smile. “Summer, you’ve been such a dear, going to the


    airport to fetch Mira. It’s gettingte, and your biological parents must be wondering about you. They’ll


    be upset if they know you’re here.”


    She paused, then turned to her eldest son. “Emmitt, would you mind taking Ms. Summer home?”


    The shift from ‘Summer‘ to ‘Ms. Summer‘ flushed Summer’s cheeks with embarrassment. She opened


    her mouth to protest. “Mom…”


    Delh looked at Summer with a hidden ache but didn’t let it show. Collecting her thoughts, Delh’s


    smile seemed to grow more distant. She cut Summer off before she could say anything. “From now on,


    it might be best if you address me as Ms. Delh.”


    Mirabe’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.


    Delh carried herself with an air of grace andposure. Although she was in her fifties, she looked


    no more than in her thirties, with barely a wrinkle to betray her age. Despite her smile, there was an


    undeniable strength in her demeanor- amanding presence rarely seen in ordinary women.


    Mirabe watched thoughtfully, her gaze introspective.


    Feeling a deep sense of humiliation, Summer bit her lip as her eyes misted over. Her face seemed,to


    bear the weight of a great injustice. She couldn’t understand how the woman who had once doted on


    her could suddenly be so cutting, all because her biological daughter had returned. If that was the


    case, it seemed a cruel hypocrisy. Summer felt deceived.


    The atmosphere grew tense and awkward.


    “Cough, cough,” Shawn, who had been silent, cleared his throat and spoke up. “Emmitt, please take


    Summer home.” His words, meant to break the ice, only seemed to heighten the difort.


    Emmitt nodded in agreement, though he didn’t understand why his parents wouldn’t let Summer stay.


    He didn’t ask any questions- after all, she was now considered the heiress to the illustrious Gilbert


    family, a status not to be taken lightly, and the Gilberts were known to be a tough crowd.