I had lived with the Shen family for eighteen years when they suddenly told me I was a fake heiress.
The real heiress wept and begged my adoptive parents to throw me out because the mere sight of me upset her.
My biological mother grabbed my hand and ran, terrified that my adoptive parents might try to stop us.
After all, we both knew the apocalypse was coming.
My mother had farmland, a house, a little grocery store, and even a storage dimension in the countryside—not a pile of useless numbers in a bank account.