In front of a spacious, luxurious villa stood a slim girl.

"Sophia Turner. This is the place."

Sophia murmured to herself, then pressed the doorbell. Before long, a middle-aged woman appeared, looking at her with curiosity.

"Miss, who are you? Do you need something here?"

Mrs. Wood eyed the girl with the half-covered face warily. She had no idea who this girl was or why she was wearing a mask.

"I'm here to find my family." Sophia replied, taking off the mask and revealing her delicate, stunning face.

Mrs. Wood froze at the sight of her face.

"You... You’re..."

Her voice trembled. Without another word, she turned and ran back toward the house.

"Mrs. Wood, what’s gotten into you?"

Inside the house, Claire Ross, a graceful, elegant woman, watched Mrs. Wood burst in like she was running from something. There was confusion in her expression. Wasn’t Mrs. Wood just answering the door? Why would she rush back in like this?

"Madam! Madam!" Mrs. Wood exclaimed breathlessly, “It’s her! The young miss... she’s back!”

"What did you just say?"

Claire’s eyes widened as she leapt to her feet."Sophia’s back? Is it true?"

Claire was overwhelmed with emotion. But then, she remembered how some girls in the past had gone to great lengths, even undergoing surgery, to pretend to be her daughter. The enthusiasm in her heart dampened a bit.

"No way. What if it's just another impersonator?"

She let out a bitter laugh. She and Amadeus had searched for years, with no luck. It seemed impossible that her daughter would just show up on her own.

"Ma’am, this time it’s real! That girl looks exactly like you did when you were young!"

Mrs. Wood spoke excitedly, convinced that this was, indeed, the real Miss Turner.

"Are you sure?"

The hope in Claire’s eyes reignited. She didn’t wait for Mrs. Wood to say another word and rushed out the door, hurrying towards the entrance. Her steps were impatient, almost desperate.

When she reached the doorway and caught sight of the girl standing there, her entire body froze, unable to take another step.

The resemblance was uncanny—too uncanny!

This young woman looked exactly like her years ago... every detail, every feature.

“You’re Sophia. You have to be Sophia.”

Claire bolted towards the gate. She flung it open and ran straight to the girl, wrapping her arms tightly around her.

Sophia stiffened for a moment, her body rigid from the sudden embrace.

“My name is Sophia Turner,” she said, her voice calm yet firm. She stiffly muttered a response but didn't push the woman away.

"Sophia…"

Hearing her words, Claire released her grip and immediately led her into the villa.

As they entered, Claire quickly dialed her husband and two sons to inform them.

“Just wait a little while. I’ve already called your dad and brothers. They should be back soon,” Claire said softly, her eyes filled with tenderness as she set her phone down.

“Sophia, is this your new name?” Claire gestured for her to sit down, poured a cup of tea, and placed it in front of her. Her face still showed traces of tears that hadn’t dried completely.

“Mm, my grandma gave it to me.” Mentioning her grandma made Sophia’s gaze soften; she was undoubtedly the person who had treated her the best.

“Your grandma—she’s the one who found and raised you?” Claire asked, trying to learn more about Sophia’s past life.

“Yes.” Sophia nodded briefly, keeping quiet as she sat on the sofa waiting for the others to arrive.

If not for her grandma’s last wish, she wouldn’t have come here today.