The Return of the Discarded Heiress

On the day Isabella Fairfax was taken back to her biological parents, she was packing her simple belongings in the servant's room where she'd lived for three years.

Outside in the living room, her adoptive mother Helen Johnson's voice was shrill and loud, as if afraid Isabella couldn't hear.

"If we hadn't mistaken her for the wrong person back then, this damn girl wouldn't have enjoyed so many good years at our home! I can't wait for her to get lost!"

"Mom, don't say that."

Victoria Smith's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of amusement in her tone.

"Isabella has given me blood transfusions several times over the years. She's been useful, at least."

"That's what she owes us! If you both didn't have Rh-negative blood, your dad and I wouldn't have mistaken her in the first place!"

Helen slammed down her teacup heavily, her voice full of heartache.

"Just thinking about this little bitch living the good life at the Smith family while my precious daughter was out there sick and suffering makes my heart feel like it's being stabbed with needles!"

"It's okay, Mom. Don't be upset. Didn't they say that world-renowned miracle doctor Salus has found a way to treat my rare disease? I'll recover soon!"

Victoria comforted her for a bit, then sighed dramatically.

"I'm just worried about Isabella. I heard her biological parents are really poor. Should we give her some money? I can't bear to see her go hungry..."

"She's been living here for free at the Smith family for so long, she's gotten enough benefits. Besides, poor people like that will cling to you once they latch on, and they'll just lower the Smith family's status!"

Helen sneered dismissively, then patted Victoria's hand.

"You're too kind. Even now you're still thinking about that little bitch. George, don't you agree?"

"You're absolutely right. Victoria is gentle and considerate - she's the wife I've chosen. Only she deserves to be the lady of the Lewis family."

George Lewis agreed warmly, drawing a coy protest from Victoria. Isabella listened to the voices outside and smirked sarcastically.

Eight years ago, to quickly finalize the marriage arrangement with the Lewis family, the Smith family only did a simple blood test before deciding Isabella was their lost daughter.

No matter how she and the orphanage director tried to explain, they still couldn't wait to bring her home from the orphanage.

But not long after, they found their real daughter Victoria.

Victoria had suffered terribly outside and developed a rare disease that caused severe bleeding from the slightest injury, putting her life in constant danger.

So Isabella, the "fake," became Victoria's walking blood bank.

Thinking of this, Isabella closed her eyes, her expression cold.

Over these years, she'd endured nothing but cold treatment at the Smith family. Her food, clothes, and living conditions were worse than the servants'.

Victoria went out of her way to torment her, using discomfort as an excuse to make her donate blood every few days, then gleefully tossing the blood bags in the trash.

As for George, who had once been so caring toward her, he couldn't wait to break off their engagement and switch to Victoria the moment she returned, while privately hinting multiple times that Isabella should become his secret mistress.

Isabella found it disgusting.

Fortunately, a few days ago, her biological parents had contacted the Smith family, and Victoria's disease now had a treatment, so blood transfusions were no longer needed.

More importantly, her main reason for staying at the Smith family had been accomplished.

She could finally leave this hellhole.