Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate

Chapter 619: The Perfect Daughter

Hayley’s POV:

With a somber expression, Alan scolded Virginia, “What nonsense about an adopted daughter? Freya and Michelle are both our daughters, both part of this family.”

“You must be losing your mind. Watch what you say!”

“You’re the one losing your mind, Alan! Look around! Michelle saved you, and yet you defend a murderer over your own daughter?”

“I know what I’m doing,” Alan retorted, clearly annoyed. “From now on, no one is to mention that Freya is adopted.”

“Fine! I’m done arguing with you!” Virginia snapped, retreating into a sullen silence.

I watched coldly, unsurprised by their reactions and attitudes towards Freya. Freya had been with them for over a decade, playing the role of the perfect, dutiful daughter, while I was just the newfound biological daughter. Alan had clearly already made his choice. It was obvious he hadn’t seen Freya’s true, sinister nature.

“I’m tired. Please leave,” I said icily.

In that moment, my hopes of living with these so-called parents evaporated.

“Hayley,” Hera’s soothing voice echoed in my mind, sensing my distress.

“Very well, get some rest,” Alan conceded. “Freya has made arrangements. There’s a car waiting outside. We’ll head back first.”

“Whenever you’re ready to come home, just have someone bring you to The Sanders Residence.”

He started to leave, but I halted him with determination. “No need. I’m a Carson. The Sanders… you and your perfect daughter.”

Alan slowly turned back, disbelief and a hint of reproach in his gaze. “You bear the Sanders bloodline. The Sanders is your real home.”

“Now that you’re back, you should live at The Sanders Residence, where we can hold a reception to officially introduce you to the family and our key partners.”

My hands clenched into fists, my anger barely contained.

“Let Hayley make her own decisions,” Virginia unexpectedly came to my defense. She looked at me with an apologetic expression and continued, “Hayley is currently living in town for school. It’s not far from our home, and she can visit whenever she wants.”

Then she turned to Alan, gently patting his shoulder. “Give Hayley some time, Alan.”

She paused, then added, “The Carsons raised Hayley. The gratitude for raising her far surpasses the debt of birth. We can’t expect Hayley to abandon them and act ungrateful.”

Alan considered this, seemingly persuaded. He nodded and said, “Then go back and explain everything to the Carsons.”

“Afterwards, you should move back here. If the Carsons are willing, they can come live at The Sanders Residence with you.”

“I have no intention of going back,” I replied, my voice firm.

“What?!” Alan’s eyes widened, his expression turning stern.