Chapter 3The Fiancée He Forgot

A month later, I returned to Seattle.

The airport was quiet at night.

Dragging my exhaustion, I walked out with the crowd.

"Sophie, over here!"

I looked up and saw Mr. Vance, looking as refined as ever.

Mrs. Vance beside him waved at me.

Time hadn't left many marks on their well-maintained faces; they looked as spirited as last year.

I didn't expect them to come specifically to pick me up.

The joy of seeing family made me drop my luggage and run over. "Why did you come so late?"

Getting closer, I realized Mrs. Vance looked a bit awkward, and Mr. Vance's smile was forced.

I understood immediately.

They acted first and reported later regarding the adoption, hiding it from Mr. Vance.

Thinking of this, I hugged them tightly without a word, excitedly saying, "Should I call you Mom and Dad now?"

I called them Mom and Dad a few times, happily saying, "Finally, I can come home legitimately!"

Mr. Vance kept a straight face. "Why couldn't you come home before?"

I let Mrs. Vance put a scarf on me, grumbling dissatisfiedly: "Don't mention it. You and Ethan fought so fiercely back then! It was so awkward for me; I felt like a disaster. This is much better. I said there were better ways to repay kindness. Dad, you were too old-fashioned, insisting on some arranged marriage nonsense."

Mr. Vance's furrowed brows finally relaxed a little, lost in thought.

Clearly, he hadn't considered many things.

Mrs. Vance's smile became much more sincere, urging: "It's too cold, let's get in the car and have some soup."

In the car.

Mr. Vance's face warmed up considerably.

We tacitly didn't mention Ethan.

It was past nine when we got home.

After eating and drinking, I threw myself onto the bed in my room. I had to say, I still liked the Vance family.

Mr. Vance was my most solid support.

The elder who would accept me as soon as I turned back.

The next day, Mrs. Vance knocked on my door at ten. "Do you have time now?"

I knew immediately what she meant. "To change the registration?"

"Yes, your Unc... your Dad is waiting downstairs." She smiled a bit unnaturally.

Things went smoother than expected.

After the paperwork was done and we returned to the car, Mr. Vance stuffed six property deeds into my hands. "I bought these for you years ago. Thought I'd give them to you when you got married."

Mrs. Vance said cheerfully: "I prepared jewelry and clothes for you. Go back and try them on. If they don't fit, I'll have them send another batch. The custom ones will take a while."

I hugged her arm, calling clingily: "Thanks, Mom~"

This sentence made Mrs. Vance beam with joy.

Some people, if they become daughters-in-law, don't look right no matter what. But if they become daughters, it seems different.

I remember overhearing her on the phone with a friend when I was little.

She said: "I told Old Vance, our family isn't short of money. I'd rather give her more compensation later than tie up my son's life. But Old Vance got angry with me..."