Adam Is the Sun

Hartford.

The Heather family.

"I just want a child, just one child!"

A middle-aged woman, wearing a vest and smoking, cried out emotionally, "But I can't have children! What can I do?"

That's enough.

A middle-aged man was slumped on the sofa next to her, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table, a can of beer in his hand, and he growled at the middle-aged woman.

Across from them, Heather watched calmly.

After receiving a letter from her grandmother, informing her that she had an unknown grandmother who had passed away three weeks prior and that she was to inherit an estate and farm, she immediately flew back to ask her parents about it.

Unexpectedly, yet logically, she was not her parents' biological daughter, but rather an adopted daughter.

Her parents were someone else, and the grandmother who wrote the letter was her real grandmother.

This explains why she always felt a distance between her parents and her parents.

Because that's not an illusion.

Some details from her childhood kept surfacing in her mind, clearly telling her that it wasn't that she was overthinking things, but that her adoptive parents had indeed kept their distance from her.

When she was punished for being naughty, they stood at a distance, having a heated discussion, especially her adoptive father, whose occasional glances at her were sinister and terrifying, filling her with fear.

Although her adoptive mother eventually stopped her, her adoptive mother's gaze wasn't always loving; there was sometimes a hint of unfamiliarity, entanglement, or even fear.

"Is there anything you can tell me about my grandmother and my family?"

Heather looked calmly at her adoptive parents.

Having spent the past few years with Adam and Juno, her personality has become more like theirs, quite steady, and she instinctively senses that there must be some secret hidden here.

The reason is simple.

Her adoptive parents did not have an easy life. They were in financial straits and both of them smoked and drank heavily. A large portion of the money she used to earn from part-time jobs was taken by them.

Now, when she tells them about the letter from her grandmother asking her to inherit a considerable fortune, their first reaction is not elation, but anxiety and agitation.

This is clearly not normal.

Considering their attitude towards her when she was a child, even if she was an adopted daughter, they wouldn't treat her that way.

Who would be afraid of their adopted daughter?

Unless they know something!

Moreover, this must be related to her bloodline and family.

Because at that time she had nothing but her own bloodline.

She also had some guesses about this.

Her biological grandmother had estates and farms for her to inherit, which indicates that her bloodline family was quite wealthy.

However, she was adopted by adoptive parents who were in poor circumstances and moved here from Texas, indicating that her adoptive parents did not want her to have any connection with her bloodline family.

The attitude towards her from childhood to adulthood has been more manic and fearful than loving, indicating that her adoptive parents and her bloodline family did not adopt her under special circumstances based on friendly negotiation.

Combined with her adoptive mother's earlier confession that she was infertile but desperately wanted a child.

The conclusion is clear: most likely, she was abducted.

Although not 100% certain, Heather had already come to believe this hypothesis in her heart.

What is it like to be abducted and raised as a daughter?

Heather said she didn't want it to be like this.

If her adoptive parents truly loved her like their own daughter, she might forgive them.

But from childhood to adulthood, what she felt most deeply was not love, but estrangement and a hidden fear.

Regarding the issue of raising children, she took on all the housework as soon as she got a little older because her adoptive parents were often alcoholics.

She started working part-time during her teenage years to earn money to help support her family.

Even so, his adoptive parents used the money to continue smoking and drinking.

If she hadn't worked hard enough, she wouldn't have been able to go to college in New York. She would most likely have been trapped here, married some random man, and repeated the lives of her adoptive parents.

Her life shouldn't have been like this.

You wouldn't want to know.

Heather's foster mother exclaimed excitedly, "We raised you! If you ask me, you're incredibly lucky. Those people... I can't even bring myself to say it..."

"Shut up!"

"The adoptive father roared."

After Heather's foster mother shut up and smoked, her foster father looked at Heather and sneered, "We picked you out of a pile of shit, now you know? Are you satisfied? I should have left you there."

"Perhaps you really should do that."

Heather stood up and looked coldly at her adoptive parents.

The adoptive father was taken aback.

Even the smoking foster mother forgot to smoke.

Heather pushed open the door and left.

for a long time.

The adoptive father finally came to his senses and roared, "You see? This is the good daughter you raised! We've been so good to her, and this is how she repays us?"

"As expected of the beasts of the Sawyer Family, cold-blooded and ruthless by nature! If we had known, we should have just kicked her and her dead mother to death right there, and ended it all."

"No, that's not how it is."

The foster mother verbally refuted her husband's words, but Heather's cold gaze kept flashing through her mind, and her hand holding the cigarette trembled uncontrollably.

Outside the door.

Heather leaned against the wall, listening Jingjing. When she heard, "We should kick her to death right there, just like her dead mother," she froze.

It turns out the kidnapper not only abducted her, but also kicked her own mother to death!

She covered her mouth with her hand, forcing herself to calm down; she needed more inside information.

What little affection he had left for his adoptive parents vanished completely, leaving him feeling utterly cold.

Inside the room, Heather's adoptive parents had no idea that Heather hadn't left and was still arguing incessantly.

Or perhaps it was the adoptive father yelling insults at Heather, Heather's bloodline, and his stupid wife who wanted to adopt her.

Heather's foster mother wept in grievance, but did not, as she had done before, defend Heather against her husband.

Outside the door, Heather calmly eavesdropped.

Half an hour later, after receiving no more useful information, they quietly left.

Back at the hotel, Heather slammed the door shut, lay down on the bed, and then buried her head in the blankets and burst into tears.

Today, she lost four family members.

Her grandmother, her mother, and her adoptive parents!

And in such a bizarre and cruel way, no one could bear it.

She threw back the covers, her face streaked with tears, and choked back sobs as she picked up the phone from the bedside table, intending to call Adam.

But she stopped after pressing a few numbers.

After a long while, she put down the phone heavily, wiped away the tears on her face, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.

This is her business; she has to handle it herself, in her own way.

Her approach was not intended to involve Adam.

That was her sunshine, and it shouldn't be eroded by darkness.

Thinking of this, Heather picked up the phone again and said calmly.

"Book me a flight to Dallas."