The woman looked around, her shifty eyes filled with panic. “Hey! What are you doing? Pat my daughter down! Give my daughter back to me!”

Myra’s heart was gripped by uncontrollable panic as she screamed and lunged forward. But this was only a dream, a replay of events like an old movie. She could do nothing but watch helplessly as everything unfolded. No one could see her, nor hear the heartbroken cries of a mother.

Myra stood powerless as her daughter—birthed through immense pain and effort—was taken away. She watched as her baby girl was switched with another, a thin, tan, and frail infant.

“Both bear the Fuller last name,” the man said. “Why should my daughter be born with such a lowly fate while someone else’s is destined to be the heiress of the richest family in Khogend, born with a silver spoon in her mouth?”

“They’re rich, aren’t they? The wealthiest couple in Khogend! They’ll surely raise my daughter well. As repayment, I’ll raise their little princess,” the woman responded.

“Don’t worry, dear. No one will find out.”

“Just think, a pampered heiress reduced to our servant. When she grows up, we’ll sell her for a few thousand bucks. Why does that make me so happy?”

Their malicious, arrogant conversation echoed in Myra’s ears like a curse. Hearing these words, Myra felt her mind reeling. It wasn’t an accident; it was a carefully planned scheme.

Myra recognized the couple: the despicable Howell and Tabitha. She knew them not, yet her wealthy background had made her a target. That was a newborn child, not a commodity or a toy! To them, her baby was worth less than livestock.

“You’re worse than animals! You vile monsters! Give my daughter back!” she roared, her anguish reaching a breaking point.

What shattered her further was that, in this dream, neither she nor Dexter realized their daughter had been switched. She recalled post-birth compliments she’d jokingly recounted to Dexter. “I heard the nurse say our daughter was beautiful. But look at this little monkey. Where’s the beauty?”

“Nonsense! Our daughter is adorable!” Dexter retorted. “Her eyebrows and eyes are like mine, her mouth like yours. Just wait until she grows up. She’ll only get prettier!” He gently rocked the baby, saying, “You’re daddy’s little princess, the Fuller family’s beloved treasure.”

Watching the Fullers raise Kayla, Myra felt nauseous. “She’s not your daughter! She’s a heartless ingrate, just like her biological parents! No matter how much you love her, she’ll repay you with cruelty and treachery!”

Alas, no matter how loudly she shouted, this was only a replay of the past. The truth from twenty years ago was laid bare, a cruel blade slicing through her heart. What hurt most was witnessing her biological daughter taken away by Howell and Tabitha.

Myra didn’t dare follow them, yet from an omniscient perspective within the dream, she watched as they treated her daughter worse than an animal. When Felicia was little, they fed her just enough to survive until she turned three. As time passed, their reputation worsened. They became infamous for petty theft, scams, and shameless behavior, completely disregarding any sense of morality.