My Mom Was Exposed as a Fake Heiress

chapter 1

When I, Natalie Howard, received Samuel's call, I was still working hard at the company.

Samuel said on the phone, "Natalie, a woman showed up claiming to be my parents' biological daughter.

"She also said your mom is a fake daughter of my parents and wants to kick her out."

As soon as I became an adult, Madelyn arranged for me to intern at the company, and I've been very busy lately.

Hearing this news, I was stunned and found it unbelievable.

I said, "Who still plays such a clich these days? Just kick them out, won't you?"

But suddenly, sharp cries erupted on the other end of the phone, a mix of a middle-aged woman's and a young woman's voices, almost piercing my ears.

The middle-aged woman said, "Samuel, Robert, I am your little princess. All these years, you should have cherished and pampered me."

The young woman said, "Uncle Samuel, Uncle Robert, I am your real niece. After all these years, we've finally found our family."

Goosebumps instantly rose on my arms, and I felt a wave of nausea.

Amid the noise, I didn't catch what Samuel said afterward, but his tone was very anxious.

After hanging up, Samuel sent me a message: [I also thought they were here to scam money, but they have a paternity test report. Natalie, come back quickly.]

I was stunned, realizing things might not be simple.

Nathan and Madelyn were famously close. They had only two sons and one daughter, Harper.

Harper was cherished by the whole family since childhood, growing up spoiled, and was recognized as the princess of the Howard family.

Now someone is holding a paternity test report claiming shes not their daughter. This is utterly ridiculous.

I rushed home without hesitation.

Before I even entered the door, I heard a strange woman's voice, sounding extremely arrogant.

I walked into the living room and saw, as expected, a middle-aged woman I didnt recognize.

Harper stood opposite them, while my two uncles stayed in the corner. Seeing me arrive, they visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before I could say anything, that middle-aged woman named Skylar spoke first.

She arrogantly looked me up and down twice, then asked, "Are you the child of Harper's fake daughter?"