She indeed had many thoughts, even considering whether she might be a young lady of a wealthy family lost in the outside world.

She thought about investigating her background, which would definitely require her brother’s help.

But ever since the day he failed to settle things with Tiana Thorne for her, he hadn’t shown up again, and she couldn’t reach him, as if he had vanished into thin air.

She only suffered from congenital psychological paranoia, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t smart.

Instantly, she understood what she meant.

But she didn’t want to delve into it, pretending to understand nothing: "What do you mean?"

"My dad said, you were his daughter for twenty years, after all, there’s inevitably some sentiment. Now, to completely sever ties, as your former father, of course he should find your biological parents for you, to prevent you from being lonely and helpless in the latter half of your life."

Even as calm as Miranda Dalton could be, hearing her say this, she panicked, clenching the sleeves of her clothes tightly: "You’re lying!"

"What lie did I tell?"

Miranda Dalton shook her head: "My dad would never abandon me, Mom said it was him who personally brought me back then, and he was the one who named me, how could he not want me?"

She spoke quickly, as if trying to convince herself to believe that Graham Ford wouldn’t abandon her, rather than convincing Pearl.

Tiana Thorne shrugged: "Think whatever you want, your biological mother is just outside the door, waiting for your biological father to come, Miranda Dalton, congratulations, your family is going to reunite."

She looked at Tiana Thorne’s eyes filled with unhidden cunning, a playful smile, a mocking attitude.

Clearly sitting there, but with an illusion of looking down on her from deep inside, as if in an instant, a boundary was drawn, differentiating high from low, noble from humble.

At this moment, Miranda Dalton loathed that she didn’t carry Pearl Jarvis’s blood, deeply hating Tiana Thorne, narrowing her eyes coldly: "No way, Dad asked me to come back, I am his and Mom’s daughter."

Tiana Thorne sighed with feigned regret: "Miranda Dalton, you’re really sick, no wonder your mom passed this delusion to you."

Mom?

Miranda Dalton’s eyes widened at her, breathing more heavily, she tried to remain calm, but inside a voice was shouting.

Her last name was Ford, not Dalton.

She was the real young lady of the Ford family, Tiana Thorne was just a thief of her identity.

If today, Dad also intended to kick her out, she would certainly kill Tiana Thorne.

Kill her!

She couldn’t have anything of the Ford family, let alone Tiana Thorne.

Miranda Dalton’s once rather beautiful eyes turned red, she could only clench her fist to control her body.

At this moment, she heard chaotic footsteps again, more than one person.

Tiana Thorne curved her lips, her voice carrying a hint of roguishness, but it was very sweet: "Your parents have arrived."

Miranda Dalton heard the sound and looked up.

Her eyes seemed to automatically filter out the person beside Graham Ford, focusing solely on him.

Her eyes warmed, tears she held back burst forth, and she imitated the surprise she felt every time he came home when she was a child, running quickly towards him, calling out excitedly: "Dad!"

However, before she could get close, Isaac Ford blocked her way, gripping her shoulders, his voice as cold as ice: "Miss Dalton, your connection with the Ford family is severed, please respect yourself."

The words dropped, Miranda Dalton looked towards Graham Ford, eyes full of pain, pitifully biting her lower lip.