The General's Replacement Doctor Wife

Chapter Two

Not long after the Hilton family left, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled into the orphanage driveway. Sister Anne was still fuming about losing Olivia when she emerged to greet the visitor. Her anger vanished instantly at the sight of the woman stepping out of the car.

The woman was breathtaking, but what made Sister Anne’s heart stop and caused her breath to catch in her throat were her eyes. One was green and the other blue, exactly like Olivia’s.

“I’m looking for a child my father left at this orphanage fourteen years ago.” The woman’s voice was soft but firm. She brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face. “My daughter wore a locket. She also has a mole on her back.”

Sister Anne's face drained of color. She had seen that mark on Olivia once when she changed her clothes. She also recalled seeing her wearing an old necklace, which she had thought was ugly.

“This is for the orphanage… For taking care of her all these years. I hope this will be enough.”

Sister Anne opened the briefcase, and felt her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of the stacks of cash neatly bundled inside. It was an unimaginable sum, one that could transform the orphanage and ensure that children would never starve.

“My daughter will be taken care of by me from now on. I’ll give her the best education and every opportunity I can. I’ll give her everything I couldn’t give her before.”

Sister Anne's closed the briefcase. Olivia was gone. The Hilton had taken her just hours ago. But Sarah, her sweet Sarah, had no one. This could be her only opportunity for a better life.

“Please wait here. I'll get your daughter,” Sister Anne said. She hurried to Sarah's room, finding the girl crying, unable to accept that Olivia had been taken from the orphanage before her.

“Sarah,” she said, wiping the tears from the child's cheeks. “Listen carefully. From now on, you will have a family of your own. They're rich, wealthier than the Hiltons. They will provide you with a bright future. But never... never mention Olivia ever again.”

Sarah’s big eyes widened even more. She didn’t understand, but she nodded. She had learned long ago to follow Sister Anne’s words.

“But what if they find out I’m not their daughter?” she asked, aware of the risk that came with pretending to be Olivia.

“You once cut Olivia’s hair, didn’t you? I know you kept some of it.”

“Yes,” Sarah admitted. “I kept it in the little purse I always carry in my pocket. I thought it was fun because that way, I could keep a part of her with me all the time.”

Sister Anne looked at her intently “You’re an intelligent child. You’ll know what to do with it when the time comes.” She took Sarah’s hand and ushered her toward the door. “Let’s hurry.”

When Sister Anne presented Sarah to the woman, she showed the mole on the child's back. “This is your daughter. Her name is Sarah.”

“You've grown so beautiful,” the woman cried, hugging Sarah close. “I've looked for you for years... I-I thought I would never see you again.”

When her emotions calmed down a bit, she pulled back and wiped the tears on her cheeks. “Where's the necklace father gave you?” she asked.

Sister Anne immediately spoke before the child could reply. “The necklace was stolen years ago, I'm afraid. We had a break-in, and several valuable items were taken.” 

“It's alright,” the woman's face softened. “That necklace is old anyway. I'll get my daughter new jewelry, the finest pieces that everyone would envy.”