Chapter 150
In her previous life, after Caitlin had achieved fame and success, she tried to find her real family.
The moment she finally tracked down her biological parents, she thought-naively that she was about to have a real home at last.
But as soon as she stepped inside their house, she realized just how badly she’d misjudged everything.
Back then, her birth parents were already forty-six, and yet they had an eight- year-old son.
To put it bluntly, he was the pampered golden child-never lifting a finger, everything handed to him on a silver platter.
The first time Caitlin met her birth parents, the middle-aged woman clutched the boy’s hand and said, “This is your little brother. Your father and I aren’t young anymore. From now on, he’s counting on you to take care of him p>
Once Caitlin started digging into their past, she uncovered an even darker truth: she wasn’t their only daughter. She had four older sisters and two younger ones.
But none of them were as “lucky” as Caitlin.
One by one, the four older sisters and two younger sisters had been abandoned -each of them gone from the world before adulthood.
Caitlin was the only one who had survived.
It wasn’t until then that she realized: there really were parents out there who didn’t love their own children.
And with that, every childhood dream she’d clung to shattered.
All her illusions about family evaporated.
So, after her second chance at life, she never even considered seeking out her birth family again.
All she wanted was to cherish the man who had truly cared for her-Fortune.
Travel the world with him.
Make sure he never wanted for anything in his old age.
Be there for him until the very end.
For Caitlin, having her grandfather was more than enough.
In her original memories, she experienced a kind of love she’d never known before—a special bond that showed her family wasn’t just about blood.
Family could be so much more than that. The rightful source is.net
In fact, Caitlin’s love for sweets, her obsession with extra-sugary milk tea, all traced back to her childhood.
She’d tasted too much bitterness growing up.
So, as an adult, she craved sweetness-lots and lots of it.
“There are no twirling skirts in the schoolhouse, and no baby boys at the orphanage p>
The words sounded so light, but they struck Celeste to her core.
It reminded her of a news story she’d seen years ago: a couple, desperate for a son, abandoned their newborn daughter. Twenty years later, when their beloved boy needed a kidney transplant, they tracked down the daughter they’d discarded and pressured her out of “family duty”-to save him.
Back then, Celeste thought stories like that weren’t real, or at least belonged to another, faraway world. How could anyone abandon their own child?
But now, her best friend had lived through it.
Celeste squeezed Caitlin’s hand, feeling utterly lost for words. “Catie, please don’t be sad. I don’t know why you were left behind, but if it wasn’t on purpose, maybe your parents have spent all these years searching for you. With all the websites and resources out there now, maybe one day, they’ll find you p>
Caitlin nodded slightly. “Yeah. Whatever happens, happens p>
This time around, she wasn’t chasing what never belonged to her.
She was going to live her life, freely and on her own terms.
Celeste stood up, crossed the room to Caitlin, and pulled her into a big, warm hug. “Catie, you have me. And you have Grandpa. From now on, my parents can be your parents, too p>
A bright smile spread across Caitlin’s face. In this life, she had not only her grandfather, but also her truest friend. “Thank you, March p>
Caitlin had healed Celeste in so many ways.
But in her own way, Celeste had healed Caitlin, too.
After all, Caitlin had always been a loner.