The Fuller family, Khogend's wealthiest, lived up to their reputation. Their estate, sprawling across 1.3 acres, boasted a blooming garden and a private golf course. Their luxury car pulled up before a brightly lit mansion. The driver opened the door, shielding the frame to prevent Myra and Felicia from bumping their heads.

"Licia, we're home," Myra exclaimed, her voice joyous.

She reached for Felicia's hand, but the mansion doors swung open, revealing maids flanking Dexter and Kayla rushing out.

"Licia, this is your father, and this is your—" Myra hesitated, introducing Kayla. Born on the same day, their accidental switch at birth made the sisterly designation awkward. Kayla, however, smoothly interjected, "Welcome home, my dear sister!"

Felicia felt an unsettling familiarity. The setting, words, and innocent façade mirrored her past life. Yet, she alone knew the deceit lurking beneath Kayla's smile. "Hello again, Kayla. Let's see how long you can keep up the act this time," she mused.

Tilting her head, Felicia feigned naiveté. "Hmm, we don't look alike. How could they have mixed us up?" Even newborns often resemble their parents; Myra's delivery at Khogend's best hospital made the "accidental switch" improbable. Yet, it had happened.

Felicia's seemingly casual remark froze Myra and Dexter. Their exchanged glance revealed doubt. An eighteen-year-old investigation had concluded it a mistake, the truth buried, evidence lacking. Kayla, caught off guard, appeared hurt, on the verge of tears. "Are you blaming me? I was just a baby. I didn't know I was a fake."

"When it comes to the mix-up, you and I are both victims. No one's blaming you," Felicia soothed. Kayla's tears remained unshed. They had been helpless infants; now, Felicia knew Kayla's sly tactics, and the "accident" wasn't accidental.

Dexter, snapping out of his reverie, smiled. "Licia, your room is ready. Shall I show you?"

Myra, frustrated, chided, "Is that all you can say? We got our daughter back!"

"I was pacing! Kayla, you're a witness, right?" Kayla confirmed his excitement, a clenched fist unnoticed behind her back. Myra relented.

As they entered, a maid rushed in, anxious. "A family is causing trouble, Mr. and Mrs. Fuller. They injured guards, claiming Ms. Kayla is their daughter."

Kayla paled. At the gate, Shawn, eyes avaricious, scanned the immense mansion. "Mom! Dad! We're going to be rich!" He planned to demand fifty million. Howell, his father, nodded. "Ask for it! If they refuse, I'll tear this gate down!" Tabitha, proud, bragged about her decision. Howell cut her off. "They're coming."

The maid, disdainful, admitted them. The mansion's opulence was breathtaking. Yet, Shawn's greed remained. Spotting Myra and Dexter, he declared, "Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, we're here for our daughter! You raised mine for eighteen years, we raised yours. It's time everyone went home."

Kayla, exasperated, sobbed, hiding behind Myra. "Mom, I don't know them! This is my home!"

Howell and Tabitha saw their daughter, elegant and loved. They rushed toward her. "Oh, my dear daughter! We're your real parents. Come home!"