The New Heir Turned The Tide

"Isa certainly has a talent for business, but she's just a girl. It's a shame."

"Having a son and letting the daughter inherit the family business? It's just not right."

A few elders were discussing me, Isa Bowin, and my brother over drinks.

My father, Osborne Bowin, clearly agreed with their sentiment, chuckling along.

I kept my head down, focusing on my meal and remaining obediently silent.

As the eldest daughter, I was my father's favorite.

Being the firstborn, I was under immense expectations.

With a strong academic record and the ability to assist the family business, I followed my parents' wishes to the letter.

As a result, Osborne had indulged me in every way, embodying the idea of a pampered daughter.

However, his expectations for my brother were much higher.

Even though I had shown exceptional business acumen from a young age, to him, it didn't matter; I was still not fit to inherit the business because I was a girl.

"Isa, are you okay?" My sister, Mila Bowin, asked, concern evident in her eyes.

I shook my head gently. "I'm fine."

Perhaps our conversation drew the attention of the older family members, as they soon shifted their focus to Mila.

"Compared to them, Mila isn't quite up to par."

"Well, being a girl, if she marries into the Kingsley family, it's still a contribution to the Bowin family, isn't it?"

Osborne nodded and addressed Mila, "You're already engaged, so you need to be more composed from now on, understand?"

Mila hadn't expected the conversation to turn to her, and she pressed her lips together, reluctantly responding, "Understood."

Osborne checked the time and frowned. "Where is Sam?"

"Perhaps he's running late?" My mother, Amelia Bowin, turned to me. "Isa, why don't you call your brother?"

I was about to agree when the front door swung open.

All eyes were on Sam Bowin as he walked in, accompanied by a young woman.

The girl looked unfamiliar.

She stood behind Sam, her cheeks rounded, her eyes clear, and a soft smile on her face.

The atmosphere grew tense, and Osborne's expression darkened.

He thought, Sam has an engagement, so what is he doing bringing a strange girl home?

Amelia placed a calming hand on Osborne and spoke up, "Sam, who's this?"

I took a good look at the girl. She appeared to be about Mila's age. Though dressed modestly, she was strikingly beautiful. I couldn't shake the feeling that she bore some resemblance to Osborne.

"This is Louisa West," Sam said, gently pushing her forward, "She's your daughter."

Amelia was momentarily stunned, and even Osborne was left speechless.

Sam glanced briefly at Mila beside me before turning his gaze back. "She's my biological sister. Eighteen years ago, she was swapped with Mila at birth."

Mila's eyes widened in shock, her face registering pure astonishment.

Sam then produced a paternity test report and laid it on the table. "Here's the proof."

Osborne took the report, flipping through it with a scrutinizing eye.

Sam continued, "Louisa has had a tough time working hard to support herself.

"She's excelled academically; getting into a top university is no issue.

"Dad, this is your true genetic legacy."

Mila's face turned pale.

Her grades were mediocre at best, and Osborne had never shown much affection for her, seeing her merely as a pawn in the family's strategic marriage.

Encouraged by Sam, Louisa stepped closer to our parents, nervously murmuring, "Dad, Mom…"

She quickly looked down, too shy to meet their eyes.

Watching my parents' expressions gradually soften, I felt skeptical.

However, they believed it.