Miranda Hawke, a medical prodigy, was reborn as the true daughter of the Hawke family after a tragic death. Mistakenly raised as the wrong child, she was sent to prison to protect her adoptive sister, Arabella. Her family coldly justified it: “Arabella's future is too valuable.” Two years later, Miranda returned—now a renowned doctor, top celebrity, and heir to a fortune. The family who had abandoned her now found themselves begging for forgiveness. Her parents and brothers, once dismissive, were now at her mercy. “Get lost!” she told them, sending them to prison. Meanwhile, her persistent suitor Elian, now in uniform, confronted her: “Do you really have to do this kiss scene?” Miranda smirked: “What, you want to yell at me?” Elian: “Marry me now!”

Chapter 1"You’ve got to straighten up from now on. Head on home, your family's waiting outside for you," the prison guard said politely as Miranda Hawk stepped out of the gate.She lifted her head, squinting against the blinding sunshine, a stark reminder of the freedom she'd yearned for.Not too far ahead, a sleek Porsche pulled up. Out stepped a young man, exuding an air of affluence."Miranda."Miranda turned her gaze towards the smartly dressed, handsome young man in front of her."Mom and Dad sent me to bring you home," he continued, his tone as formal as a business transaction, with just a hint of regret. "You've been through a lot these past two years. We want to make it up to you."He had expected her to look disheveled, worn out by prison life. To his surprise, Miranda appeared fresh-faced, with a healthy glow, even more stunning than she had looked two years ago.His insincerity made Miranda feel sick. "You all conspired to make me take the fall for Arabella's crime and sent me to jail. And now you talk about compensation? Is it you guys who have no shame or is it me?"Alistair Hawke's face hardened, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "You think I wanted to be here? It's only because Mom and Dad insisted. With the stain on your record, you should be grateful we're letting you come back home. Don’t be such an ingrate. Bella's waiting with a cake for you. Don't let her down!"Miranda sneered, "My record wouldn't be tarnished if it weren't for all of you. Especially you, my dear brother, Hawke the lawyer."Alistair had been instrumental in getting her to take the blame for Arabella. Of course, he wasn’t the only one - her other three biological brothers and her parents played their parts too.Alistair's expression shifted slightly. "In that situation, we had no other choice. I had to protect Bella."Miranda scoffed, "You're all a bunch of freaking lunatics."With that, she strode forward.Alistair scowled. "You seem to forget you've been to prison. Without the Hawke family, you're nothing! Worth less than a beggar on the street!"Just then, a Maybach pulled up beside Miranda. A man stepped out swiftly, walking over to her with a respectful bow. "Are you Ms. Miranda Hawke?"Miranda nodded. "That's me."The man bowed even lower. "Apologies for being late, Ms. Hawke. Please, get in the car."Alistair's expression turned to one of shock as he watched the scene unfold. He recognized the car model - there were fewer than five in the entire country.Miranda replied with an “okay”; she paused before getting in, turning to look at Alistair's dumbfounded face. "Oh, and another reason I’m not going back to the Hawke family - I don’t like hanging around with beasts."With that, she climbed into the car in a graceful manner.The driver gave Alistair a fleeting glance before moving to the driver’s seat.As the Maybach drove away, Alistair's eyes darkened with suspicion. Who else, other than the Hawke family, would come to pick her up? And what was with her attitude, cursing people freewheelingly? Had she lost her sanity back in jail?"Ms. Hawke, President Lancaster was thrilled to hear of your release. She wanted to come herself, but Mrs. Anna Lancaster fell ill, and she had to return to the family estate. She sent me in her place."Miranda nodded softly, her mind flicking through the tangled web of family ties and social connections.Yes, she was no longer the original Miranda.The real Miranda had died in prison, overwhelmed by depression and the bullying she endured within those walls.And she was merely a wandering soul, finding her way into Miranda’s body by sheer chance.Chapter 2Miranda, the real daughter of the wealthy Hawke family in Zephra, had a life straight out of a drama. She was mistakenly swapped at birth and only reunited with her biological family three years ago.All the Hawke family members disliked her, including her four older brothers, who loathed her the most. Arabella Hawke, the impostor, was the cherished one instead, the center of their universe. The brothers were so protective of her that they viewed Miranda as a threat to Arabella's happiness and treated her with cold indifference and harsh words.While her own parents, who claimed they’d make up for her, had never allowed Miranda to steal any thunder from Arabella, prioritizing the impostor.Two years ago, Arabella pushed a classmate down the stairs, leaving her vegetative.Things took a turn for the worse; to protect Arabella, the Hawkes conspired together to frame Miranda for the crime by pulling some strings, sending her to prison.They convinced her to confess in court with false promises of clearing her name, and Miranda had anticipated the fulfillment, yet leaving her with nothing but handcuffs.Miranda made a silent vow. "Don’t worry. Since I've been given this second chance, I'll make sure justice is served."Just as those who had bullied Miranda in prison, they’d all get their share of punishment."Ms. Hawk, shall I drive you to President Lancaster's villa?" the driver asked politely.Miranda opened her eyes. "How far is the Lancaster family estate?""Not far, about the same distance as the villa," the driver replied."Take me to the Lancaster estate," she instructed.The driver hesitated. “It...alright.”He found himself somehow complying. It was odd, he thought, how someone who had just been released from prison could command such authority. Turning the steering wheel, the driver took them to the direction.At the Hawke family home, everyone was at the living room. Alistair's return was met with sour expressions."She's not back yet?" Alden snapped. "She's really putting on airs."Dorian Hawke frowned at the cake on the table. "Let her be. It's a waste of Bella's effort."Orion shrugged, unconcerned. "Don’t sweat it. She'll come back eventually. She has nowhere else to go."They were all well aware that Miranda didn’t have anywhere to go except the Hawke family home.Arabella dabbed her tears in grievance. "It's my fault. Miranda doesn't want to come back because of me."Lysander Hawke looked displeased. "Why blame yourself? Not everything is your fault."Arabella suddenly thought of something. "Wait, Alistair, you said a luxury car picked her up? What car? Miranda just got out of prison. Who could possibly be there for her? Besides, given her connections, it’s unlikely that she could know someone like that."Although Alistair mentioned it earlier, the family hadn't given it much thought; but now as they gave it a second thought, it indeed seemed strange. Who would pick up Miranda the moment she got out of jail?They all exchanged skeptical glances."I don’t know," Alistair admitted quietly. "But I feel she seemed different somehow."Arabella frowned. "Could she have arranged it herself? Trying to make a statement to us?"The family agreed with Arabella's theory. After all, Miranda had grown up with a poor foster family and had been in prison for two years. She couldn't possibly have the connections for such a car."Probably," Orion scoffed. "Anyone can hire a fancy car from the platforms these days just to show off. Let's see how long she can keep up the act."Meanwhile, the Lancaster family estate was equally lively with tensions."Her illness is just torture for her. Maybe we should...""No way! Mom's only seventy, and she hasn't even written a will yet. How would we divide the assets?""Stop arguing and focus on helping Mom! All you could do is arguing non-stop!" Lavinia Lancaster snarled, smacking her hand down on the table, “Right now, the important thing is to think of a way to cure Mom.”The woman who spoke looked ten years younger than her actual age, like someone in her 30s. Being the youngest and the only daughter in the Lancaster family, Lavinia took control of the family finances and was a power holder as well. Her authority was undisputed, and her brothers fell silent."It's easy to say, but how do we cure her? She’s been searching treatment for years but to no avail. We've tried everything, and no doctor even knows what it is!" the eldest brother scoffed."Who says it can't be cured?" Lavinia replied firmly. "We just have to keep hoping. Sometimes miracles happen."She would come out of prison today; as long as she was out, there was hope."Do you really believe that? Even the best specialists have given up. Who else has the skills? If it could be cured, it would have been by now," Susan snorted.With these words, the hope in the room seemed to dim.Five years ago, Anna came down with a strange ailment. She spent half of her day in a deep, unrelenting sleep, and upon waking, she'd be overwhelmed with a sensation as if thousands of ants were biting her all over, leaving her in unbearable pain and even causing her to convulse.To ease her suffering, they had no choice but to administer sedatives daily, keeping her in a state of prolonged sleep. But everyone knew this was no long-term solution.Today, Anna was once again gripped by her illness, prompting the entire family to rush back to the family estate.Just when hope seemed to be slipping away, a calm and gentle voice of a young girl floated in from outside the room. "I can help her."Chapter 3Everyone's attention snapped to the doorway.The girl standing there couldn't have been more than twenty. She wore a baseball cap, a simple t-shirt, and straight-leg jeans. She looked fresh and casual, but to the Lancaster family, she seemed somewhat shabby."Who is she? How did she get in here?" Jonas sprang to his feet, questioning.Lavinia, however, was practically vibrating with excitement. "Miranda! It's you! You're back!"Miranda glanced at Lavinia, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "To be precise, I'm out."Seeing Lavinia so enthused left everyone else in the room bewildered. Lavinia, known for her composure, was visibly shaken by this girl's appearance. Who was she, exactly?The Lancaster family exchanged puzzled looks."Lavinia, do you know her?" Susan asked suspiciously. "Is she your daughter from somewhere?"Lavinia regained her composure and smiled at Miranda. "She is the one who can save Mom."At this, the Lancaster family erupted."Are you kidding?""Her? A kid can save mom?""Have you been deceived? Mom's illness can't even be cured by the world's top experts, and you think she can?""Ha! This is who you say can save Mom? Lavinia, do you think this is a funny joke?"...From the elders to the younger ones, everyone in the Lancaster family questioned, even mocking Lavinia's sanity.Lavinia's expression turned serious. "I asked Miranda here to treat Mom. If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility."Miranda ignored the rest of the Lancaster family and directly asked Lavinia, "Did you bring what I need?"Lavinia nodded. "I always have it with me, especially today."After that, she signaled to her secretary, who promptly retrieved a mahogany box from an elegant bag.Miranda took the box and opened it, revealing nine slender silver needles no thicker than strands of hair.Satisfied, Miranda asked as she took the needles, "Where's the patient?""Are you really letting her treat Mom? Are you out of your mind?" Jonas stepped forward to block her.Miranda glanced at him. "I said I can do it."The Lancaster family was about to protest further when another voice interrupted. "You seemed confident. What if you can't?"The voice was smooth and nonchalant, even before its owner appeared, exuding a sort of carefree arrogance.As he stepped into the room, his tall, athletic build and sharp suit exuded a distinctly masculine charisma.The newcomer, likely in his early twenties, wore a perfectly tailored designer suit. His features were strikingly handsome, almost too perfectly arranged. A single earring, metallic and bold, adorned his left ear, adding to his rebellious flair.Behind him, a dozen bodyguards stood in respectful formation, their presence a clear warning to keep away.Miranda raised an eyebrow slightly.That physique... impressive. And paired with that face.Wow.His arrival made the Lancaster family's demeanor shift instantly. Some even looked a bit obsequious, while a few of the younger ones shrank back slightly."Aunt Lavinia," he greeted Lavinia with a tug of his lips."What brings you here?" Lavinia was pleasantly surprised.Elian Ashcroft didn’t answer her, instead focusing on Miranda with a cool, appraising look. "Miss, you haven't answered my question."Miranda moved her lips. "If I fail, I call you dad. If I succeed, you call me that. Deal?"