Hide Your Identities Or Inherit Millions

"The room has remained the same since you left. Now that you're back, I've redecorated it. Tell me what you think."

Sophia said as she turned on the light.

The room was awash in shades of pink, a full-on girl's dream, showcasing the decorator's intentions.

"Do you like it?"

Elizabeth wasn't picky about where she stayed; as long as she could sleep, it was fine. But facing Sophia's hopeful gaze, she pursed her lips and softly said, "I love it."

The warm light cast a gentle glow in her eyes.

Sophia paused for a moment, then said, "Good, I'm glad you like it."

Her eyes were full of tenderness as she continued, "When you were little, you used to cling to me and ask to buy all sorts of things. So if you need anything, you must tell me. Don't be shy; I want to give you the best."

Elizabeth paused for a long while before obediently replying, "Okay."

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, "Your other brother Zane couldn't come back because he's filming. He'll bring you a gift later."

Sophia explained, afraid that Elizabeth might feel neglected at home.

Elizabeth had information on the Wilson family and was already aware that her yet-to-be-met brother, Zane Wilson, was a celebrity. He was currently participating in a variety show in a mountainous region, so she simply nodded in acknowledgment.

"I see."

Sophia, wary of tiring Elizabeth, told her to rest well and left.

Once the door closed, Elizabeth set down her suitcase and curiously looked around. She poked here and there, taking it all in.

"So, this is what girls like," she thought.

She wasn't unaware of the various attitudes the Wilson family directed towards her; it's just that she was naturally emotionally reserved and didn't know how to express her own feelings.

Most of what she knew about emotion came from her adoptive grandfather.

After exploring the room, she opened her suitcase. Just as she was pulling out her clothes, her phone rang.

As soon as Elizabeth answered the call, the voice on the other end sounded incredulous, "Professor Lawrence, I heard you're giving up billions in assets to become someone's... daughter?"

Elizabeth didn't know what to say.

The caller complained, "You've been on sabbatical for a year. Professor Emeritus Lawrence surely wouldn't want to see you so fallen. Aren't you going to fulfill his last wish?"

Elizabeth corrected him, "My grandfather's wish was for me to live a normal life, and that's what I'm doing."

"…So you don't want money or fame!" 𝓫𝓮𝒹𝓷ℴ𝓿ℯ𝓵.𝓬ℴ𝓶

"I have money, and Grandpa said one should not be greedy for fame and wealth."

The caller lost it, "Professor Emeritus Lawrence also said one should be responsible. You won't abandon us, will you?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment before nodding, "Fine, give me another six months."

The caller was skeptical, "First a year, now six months. This will go on forever, won't it? You're not planning to retire, are you?"

"You talk too much," said Elizabeth.

Elizabeth didn't want to talk more with him, so she ended the call abruptly when she heard a knock on the door.

She put down the phone and opened the door.

"Elizabeth," Sophia said softly, holding a glass of milk, "Drink this before bed to grow faster."

Elizabeth felt she was being treated like a child, but took the milk anyway, softly saying, "Thank you."

Such a well-behaved and quiet Elizabeth made Sophia's maternal instincts overflow. She couldn't control her hand, ruffling Elizabeth's fluffy soft hair fiercely.

"Mom will leave you be now."

After saying this, she quickly left.

OOOOOPS!!!

I touched my daughter's head!!! It's so soft!

Elizabeth, with wide eyes, took a moment before raising her hand, and patting down her hair.

Her hairstyle was messed up.

Sir Wilson is a family-oriented man. After dinner, he was helping with the dishes when Sophia walked in, her steps light and playful. She saw him holding a plate, lost in thought.

She nudged his arm, "What are you thinking about?"

Sir Wilson snapped back to reality, "I was thinking about Elizabeth's school."

Sophia sighed, "To be honest, I'm worried. I think her grades might not be up to par. I'm afraid she will be disappointed. Thinking of such a well-behaved and adorable Elizabeth being upset hurts me."

Ray's expression turned serious, "Maybe Elizabeth just wants to make us happy, making us think she's ambitious by saying she wants to attend Sunny Heights High School."

Sophia felt a pang in her heart, thinking of her daughter's first experience in the bustling city, surely feeling apprehensive, "Elizabeth can be too stubborn."

Ray shared the sentiment and decided, "First, we should choose a good school. Later, we can talk to Elizabeth. She needs to know that no matter her grades, it won't change our love for her."

"I agree," Sophia nodded, "Give Elizabeth an out. If she still insists on going to Sunny Heights, then you can contact the school and see how much donation it would take to make an exception?"

For Elizabeth, they would go to any lengths.

Linda, who happened to be in the kitchen getting a drink, nearly choked upon hearing this!

Why were they so strict with her, but so indulgent with Elizabeth?

Linda bit her lip, their favoritism was too obvious!

Another dreamless night.

The next morning, Elizabeth opened her eyes punctually. Still groggy from just waking up, she held her blanket and blinked her long eyelashes.

After a while, she came to her senses, looking at her surroundings, and let out a soft "Oh, my God."

Everything seemed the same but different.

Her previous life involved waking up, doing research, sleeping, waking up, doing research, sleeping, and reading on Sundays.

Great, today was a step towards a normal life.

Elizabeth tidied up her bed, yawned, and went to the bathroom. Afterward, she dragged out her suitcase and laid out the gifts she had prepared.

For Dad, a painting worth over ten million dollars.

For Mom, an exclusive skincare cream from Mr. Lawrence Research.

For Jack, a watch worth over ten million dollars.

For her adopted sister... Elizabeth paused, her fingers leaving the million-dollar diamond bracelet. She picked another gift and placed it on the table.

Finally, she nodded satisfactorily.

Elizabeth dressed and opened her door to go downstairs. Just as she approached the staircase, she heard voices from below.

Her sharp ears caught her name. She paused, lightly tapped the railing, and decided not to go down.