After the Pampered Fake Heiress Killed My Real Daughter, I Went Ruthless

I searched for my daughter for twenty years, only to learn she had already been dead for ten. The moment Job Finch placed the file in my hands, I turned through it page by page, weeping, until I sank to my knees on the floor. At ten she was sent to an orphanage, and she clawed her way through, scavenging trash and washing dishes, all the way into a top high school. Through those three years of high school, she tutored on the side and worked at a boba shop, putting herself through college.