Summary
The DNA test results came back: a boy and I had been switched at birth twenty years ago.
The parents who raised me were real estate tycoons.
When they found out their child was actually a son, they hugged me tearfully and begged me not to go back.
“Little Treasure, please don’t go back, okay?”
“We can’t bear to let you go.”
My biological parents, meanwhile, were the leaders of the jewelry industry.
When they learned their child was actually a daughter, they wept with joy and couldn’t wait to bring me home.
“Damn it all, we missed so many years with our precious daughter!”
In the middle of the night, the boy who had been switched with me climbed in through my bedroom window.
He said shamelessly, “I’m homeless now.”
“You have to take me in.”