Chapter 6 Emily Doesn't Look Like a True Smith
Everyone knew that the Johnson family had gone bankrupt years ago because Evelyn had offended John Smith's girlfriend while working part-time, indirectly offending John and being deliberately bankrupted as punishment.
But no one knew better than Sophia that the Johnson family's bankruptcy had nothing to do with such a trivial incident.
Two years ago, she'd already discovered she wasn't the Smith family's biological daughter, and John had learned this news even before she did.
It was true that Evelyn had offended John's girlfriend, but that psychopath, John, had noticed Evelyn looked somewhat similar to Sophia, so he'd sent people to investigate.
After confirming the Johnson family's background, and to prevent Sophia from trying to escape the Smiths and return to the Johnsons, he had directly orchestrated the Johnson family's bankruptcy.
That bastard smugly approached Sophia and told her about her background, warning her never to think about escaping his control.
Of course, both brothers from the Smith family were complete psychopaths. Growing up under their influence, how could Sophia turn out to be a normal person?
That very night, she'd snuck out and removed both front wheels from his sports car, hanging them at the head of his bed.
Mutual destruction—neither would spare the other.
Ever since learning she wasn't the Smith family's biological daughter, Sophia had worked even harder to cultivate her network and resources, waiting for the day the real daughter would return so she could pack up and leave.
The opportunity had come quickly, but it was also suspicious.
"I keep feeling like Emily doesn't look like a true Smith daughter."
Sophia stabbed a piece of steak and popped it into her mouth, her mind replaying yesterday's meeting with Emily.
Emily had gentle features with smooth facial lines, and about thirty percent of her appearance resembled Jane's.
But the remaining seventy percent bore no resemblance whatsoever to George, as if she carried traces of someone else entirely.
Genetics were powerful, just like how Sophia had prominent bone structure and a bright, bold appearance that was completely inherited from Mary, as if they'd been carved from the same mold.
Meanwhile, Evelyn hadn't inherited Mary's looks but looked exactly like Ray, with a round face, almond eyes, and soft features. Anyone could tell they were father and daughter at first glance.
So where exactly did Emily's genetic traits, the ones belonging neither to Jane nor George, come from?
Sophia didn't particularly care. All she wanted was a golden opportunity to escape the Smith family, so although something had felt off last night, she hadn't brought it up in front of Jane and George.
As long as she could achieve her goal, what did it matter who Emily really was?
But those two psychopaths wouldn't think the same way.
Michael reached across the table and pinched Sophia's cheek. "You're capable of handling any curveball. Let's just take it one step at a time."
Sophia nodded; that was all she could do.
At five PM, Michael drove Sophia home.
The driver had already completed the address change paperwork and returned the documents to Sophia.
Sophia didn't even bother looking at them, stuffing them directly into her bag.
The car stopped at the intersection behind the supermarket again. Sophia shouldered her bag. "I'm heading in. You've had a long day too—go home and get some rest."
"How touching, you actually care about me now." Michael pouted dramatically in a way that made Sophia want to punch him.
She laughed and cursed, "I won't bother caring in the future."
Dinner was sumptuous, with several dishes crowding the small coffee table.
Under Mary's expectant gaze, Sophia cut a piece of beef and put it in her mouth, saying approvingly, "It's delicious."
Mary immediately beamed with joy, constantly serving food onto Sophia's plate. "If you like it, eat more. From now on, just tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you."
Looking at her plate piled high with food, Sophia froze for a moment, then curved her lips. "Thank you, Mom."
Just as dinner ended, there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" Mary asked puzzledly, getting up to open the door. She found several workers in uniforms standing outside.
"Hello, we're here to install a bed."
Mary frowned in confusion, then shook her head. "You've got the wrong house."
The worker looked down at the address on his clipboard, then looked up to confirm the house number. "This is the right address."
"That's for me." Sophia, who had just come out of the bathroom, heard the voices and walked over quickly, pushing open the gate. "You're here to deliver the bed, right?"
"Right." After confirming they had the correct address, the workers quickly got to business. "We'll remove the old bed first, then bring up the new one."
"Sounds good, thank you." Sophia stepped aside to let them in.
Everyone in the living room was still in a daze.
"I'll go clear out the things in the room first." Mary was the first to react, hurrying into Sophia's room.
Sophia followed, moving the boxes stored under Evelyn's bed.
It was a perfect opportunity to clean up and see if there was anything unimportant that could be thrown away, rather than leaving boxes under the bed to collect dust.
However, this led her to discover a set of house blueprints.
Looking at the layout, it was clearly for this house.
Living room, kitchen, master bedroom, secondary bedroom, guest room—each space had detailed planning diagrams. Many of the drawn furniture pieces weren't available on the market, and all dimensions were clearly marked. It looked like custom design work.
Sophia carefully examined several sheets. The layout was reasonable, and the style was highly distinctive. Perhaps this was Evelyn's dream home.
A clinical medicine student who could draw interior design blueprints this professionally? That was some serious talent.
After a moment's thought, Sophia photographed each blueprint and saved them to her phone.
She hadn't yet decided whether to send them to friends in the industry for their opinion.