Chapter 5 The Daughter of the Hamilton Family

Victoria was thinking, 'Could it really be the Calla who asked me to be a tutor? But this situation doesn't seem right.'

Meanwhile, Calla's driver, who showed up a bit late, was searching for Victoria at their meeting spot. "Where's Victoria? She was supposed to meet me at the intersection."

He had no clue he missed the tutor Calla was interested in.

Victoria, though a bit confused, quickly brushed it off, thinking, 'Rich folks have their quirks. Maybe they just like throwing money around?'

She even had time to enjoy the view outside the car.

Soon, the Maybach rolled into a private garden.

The place was breathtaking, with perfectly arranged rocks and lush greenery, clearly the work of a top-notch landscaper. It looked like a five-star tourist spot.

Victoria was blown away. The Scott family was a big deal in Silvervale, but their place was nothing compared to this garden. No wonder Sunhaven was home to so many big shots and wealthy people.

She had casually found a part-time gig through an app, and her employer turned out to be loaded.

This location, this aesthetics—truly unbelievable!

The car stopped in front of a castle with a mix of architectural styles. "Please, step out."

Victoria got out, greeted by a line of bodyguards and maids.

The castle doors were wide open, and Victoria walked in, feeling a bit nervous. It was like stepping onto a movie set.

It was so formal, like a scene from a TV drama where ancient nobles return to their palace.

The castle-like house, the luxurious decor, the famous paintings and antiques—Victoria glanced around, trying to stay calm.

Two women were sitting on the sofa.

One was an elderly woman with snow-white hair, Marigold Hamilton, leaning on a diamond-encrusted cane, dressed in a white suit with gold threads.

The other was a graceful and beautiful hostess, looking only in her thirties, well-maintained. She wore a dark purple vintage dress with floral and bird patterns, with emerald earrings and a matching necklace, worth a fortune, yet it couldn't overshadow her radiance.

'What a beautiful woman!' Victoria thought. 'Why does she look familiar?'

This beautiful woman was Diana, who had come home early.

Seeing Victoria enter, Diana stood up excitedly.

She wanted to approach Victoria but hesitated, her good manners keeping her composed.

Victoria looked so much like the image of her grown-up daughter in her mind.

Marigold was much more composed, only widening her eyes slightly, examining Victoria carefully through her reading glasses.

She seemed well-mannered, indicating a good upbringing.

"Please, have a seat." Marigold gestured for Victoria to sit down.

Diana also calmed down and sat.

"We need a bit of your blood. It might hurt a little." Marigold's voice was gentle yet authoritative.

Before she finished speaking, a team of people in white coats, looking like doctors and nurses, appeared with medical kits and equipment, ready to draw Victoria's blood for testing.

"Okay." Victoria nodded. A medical check-up right off the bat?

A nurse took a drop of blood from Victoria's fingertip and covered it with a cute cartoon band-aid, causing a slight sting.

Marigold asked, "What's your name?"

"Victoria," she replied.

Marigold gave a warm smile. "Victoria, don't worry; this is just a routine procedure."

"Alright, but aren't you supposed to check my piano skills?" Victoria glanced at the band-aid on her finger. Was a drop of blood really enough for a pre-employment medical check-up?

"You play the piano?" Diana asked, trying to hide her excitement while learning more about Victoria.

"Yes," Victoria answered, feeling something was off. Wasn't she here to teach piano? Why ask this? The voice on the phone earlier didn't sound as melodious as Diana's; maybe it was just the phone effect.

Diana said, "Good, your adoptive parents raised you well."

"How do you know?" Victoria, being young, was surprised, her eyes widening. Could they have checked all her personal information?

"Don't you know why you're here?" Diana was stunned. Did Nick not tell Victoria and just bring her here?

"I'm here to be a piano tutor," Victoria replied, thinking, 'Oh no, is there a misunderstanding? Did they pick up the wrong person?'

Marigold laughed. "Nick must have been unclear. He's not very reliable. Victoria, haven't you been looking for your biological family? Our family also lost a child, just your age. Do you understand why we found you?"

Victoria was even more shocked, not knowing what to say, just staring at Diana. They did look somewhat alike. Could they be her relatives?

At that moment, the paternity test results came out, showing a large '99.999%' on the screen.

The doctor announced excitedly, "Mrs. Diana Hamilton, the probability of being direct relatives is over 99%. She is indeed your biological daughter! Really!"

Hearing the confirmation and seeing the large 99.999% on the screen, Marigold couldn't stay calm, jumping up from the sofa. Seeing her age, Victoria reached out her hand, worried, to support her.

Marigold grabbed Victoria. "Victoria! You're finally back! This is wonderful! The Hamilton family's daughter has returned! Victoria, your last name isn't Scott; it's Hamilton! You are one of us, a member of the Hamilton family."

Diana couldn't hold back her tears, which flowed out. She said, "My Victoria!"

"Victoria Hamilton?" Victoria, having lived two lives, just found out her last name was Hamilton.

"So, you're my grandmother? And you are?" she looked at Marigold, then at Diana, the young woman, unsure, with a mix of anticipation and fear.

"Victoria, I'm your mother!" Diana took two steps forward, hugging Victoria and starting to cry.

"Mom!" Victoria, embraced by the warm and sweet-smelling Diana, felt an immense sense of happiness and contentment, hugging Diana back, her eyes reddening.

All the grievances Victoria had endured, she had to bear alone in silence. Joan was no longer her mother and wouldn't comfort her like she did when Victoria was a child.

Now, in Diana's arms, Victoria felt like a child again, wanting to complain, knowing she was loved. Children cried when they felt wronged because they had someone who loved and supported them!

Victoria said, "Mom, I've missed you so much!"

"Victoria, what about me?" Marigold felt a twinge of jealousy. Though a grandmother's love might not match a mother's, Victoria shouldn't neglect her!