Robert Parker walked over with a smile to help carry my luggage, while Margaret Parker took my hand and began to tear up.
"It’s all because of that damn human trafficker that we were torn apart."
My nose stung at her words.
She pulled me inside, and my sisters followed. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jacob trying to open my suitcase, but Robert stopped him.
Margaret tugged me to the dinner table. I withdrew my gaze and looked at the food.
It wasn’t abundant, but it was clearly prepared with care.
"Don’t just stare—come, try some of your mother’s cooking. It may not be as good as what you ate in the city, but…"
Her voice began to choke with emotion.
I quickly put a piece of meat in my mouth and started praising the meal.
The atmosphere was warm, and I responded casually to Robert and Margaret’s questions.
But when they learned my adoptive parents were very wealthy, I saw their eyes light up.
I didn’t think much of it—because I noticed Sophie quietly eating plain white rice beside me.
The sleeve of her school uniform hung empty, and her wrist was so thin it hurt to look at.
"Sophie, you’re at the age when you need to grow. Eat more vegetables."