Blood-related Strangers

Just as she found herself in a dilemma, a cool voice interrupted, "This belongs to me. Madam, do you think I am covered in bacteria? Indeed, from a medical perspective, my body hosts many bacteria. Similarly, your body is no less free of them."

Her speech was unhurried, revealing no trace of emotion.

Dalia was stunned, while Arianwen looked at her in surprise.

Dalia stared at her in disbelief.

Arianwen stepped in to mediate, "Miss Zuri, don't be upset. The lady here just speaks her mind and means no harm."

At that moment, a clear, sweet voice came from the direction of the staircase.

"Is my little sister here?"

A lively figure approached with a brisk step, adorned in a white, puffy princess dress and custom-made cream-colored lambskin shoes. She wore valuable diamond earrings and a necklace, looking like a meticulously dressed Barbie doll.

Behind the girl stood a refined middle-aged man with a stern, cold expression on his face.

Zuri's gaze was fixed on Saira, her fingers gradually tightening, nails digging deep into her flesh, though she felt no pain. Her overwhelming hatred had long surpassed the sensation of pain.

Saira cheerfully approached her. One was as elegant as a princess, the other in worn, faded clothes, contrasting like a swan and an ugly duckling from a fairy tale, making one feel ashamed.

Saira scrutinized the person in front of her, noticing her fair, almost translucent skin and delicate features. Even in tattered clothes, her beauty could not be concealed.

She was the most beautiful girl Saira had ever seen, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

Smiling, she took Zuri's arm and cheerfully said, "Dear sister, may I call you that?"

"Call me Zuri."

Saira's face showed disappointment, but she quickly regained her sweet smile, "Zuri, let me introduce you to Dad and Mom. From now on, we'll be living together."

Zuri looked at the familiar yet strange middle-aged couple in front of her. Since Saira had come downstairs, a smile had never left Dalia's face.

As for her father, he remained as cold and stern as ever. Even seeing his long-lost biological daughter brought no smile to his face.

This was the impression she had of her biological parents at their first meeting. To them, it seemed she was just a blood-related stranger, not their long-lost daughter.

In contrast, Saira, who had no blood relation, seemed more like family.

Eighteen years of absence not only deprived her of a good life and education but, more importantly, family affection.

At this moment, she clearly recognized her awkward position in this family.

In her previous life, she foolishly believed that she was her parents' daughter and that they loved her.

This belief took her eight years to realize how laughable and pathetic it was.

Dalia gently said, "Zuri, you must get along well with your sister. Although Saira is not our biological child, we have decided to adopt her. She will be your sister from now on, and you must take good care of her, okay?"

How ridiculous this was.

"I've only heard of older sisters taking care of younger ones, not the other way around."

Dalia's smile froze.

Saira immediately took her arm and pouted, "Mom, I'm an adult now and don't need anyone to take care of me. Zuri just arrived; I should be the one taking care of her. Don't think I'm so fragile."

Dalia was quickly amused, affectionately pinching her nose.

The head of the household, Aaron, who had been silent, finally spoke, "You're sensible."

Then, turning to Zuri, he said, "From now on, this is your home. If you need anything, just tell your mom. She will arrange it for you."

"Now that we've met, I'll take my sister upstairs to her room."

With that, Saira didn't wait for her opinion and directly led her upstairs.

Dalia watched her daughter storm off, smiling dotingly, "Look at this child."

Her tone was full of affection.

Turning to Zuri, her tone became unusually cold, "If you don't like it, just let us know, and we'll change it."