Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 191: The Mysterious Gift

Sophia had stayed obediently at home for two full days ever since she accidentally forgot the kids.

Scrolling through the trending topics, she suddenly saw a piece of news—the new drama had officially begun filming.

At the same time, someone leaked that Olivia was getting married.

Plenty of people already knew, but right now, the one caught in a bind... was Olivia.

She could only choose one path.

If she chose to enter the entertainment industry, then as a rookie, getting exposed for being in a relationship would absolutely crush her career.

Sophia arched a brow.

Should she pour oil on the fire... or stay calm?

"Sophia, you have a package outside."

"A package?"

Mrs. Wilson came over carrying a box. Sophia took it, glanced at the label. "What is it?"

"I don’t know. Someone left it outside."

Sophia sliced it open with a box cutter.

The moment the lid lifted—she froze.

Inside lay a delicate embroidered pouch.

She shot to her feet, staring at the "S" stitched onto it. Shock rippled through her eyes.

She spun and ran outside. The doorway was empty.

"Mrs. Wilson! Mrs. Wilson!"

Mrs. Wilson hurried over. "Sophia, what happened?"

Sophia grabbed her hand. "Who brought this? Did you see anyone?"

Mrs. Wilson scratched her head. "No one. It was already there when I came. Why? Is something wrong? If the item looks suspicious, I’ll pull the security footage right now."

Sophia exhaled, the initial rush of emotion slowly settling.

Impossible.

How could it be?

She had been gone for years.

"Sophia, you..."

"Mrs. Wilson, I’m fine. It’s probably just me overthinking."

She held the pouch closer and inhaled.

A faint, familiar scent hit her—so soft, so long forgotten.

She couldn’t even name the feeling swelling in her chest.

But regardless of what the truth was...

She needed to know.

Even if it was just a sliver of false hope—She had to find out what really happened back then.

"Mrs. Wilson, I’m going to the security office."

She hurried toward the door.

"Sophia, at least change your shoes first!"

But Sophia didn’t hear a thing—she was already gone.

"Miss Morgan, what brings you here?"

The security staff had rotated many times over the years, but the current one seemed reliable.

"I need the footage from eight to eleven this morning."

He immediately got to work without asking unnecessary questions.

After watching for a while, they finally saw it—a delivery man placing the box outside.

"Who is he?"

"Miss Morgan, he’s the courier responsible for this block. We’ve checked his background—it’s clean."

Sophia frowned. "You even check the couriers?"

"Yes. Mr. Hilton ordered it. Nothing is allowed to go wrong. Your safety is the priority."

Sophia crossed her arms, resting her fingers against her lips. "Can you contact him? Tell him I want to see him."

"We have his number. I’ll call him."

The call connected quickly. After a short exchange, the guard nodded at her.

"He’ll be here in half an hour."

"Good. Thank you."

Back at the villa, Sophia kept turning the pouch over in her hands.

Could it be?

Mom...

Could she still be alive?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

She had placed her mother’s ashes into the urn with her own hands.

But then how do you explain this pouch?

Aurora had been an expert at embroidery—her work beautiful, delicate. Sophia had loved it as a child, so her mother had made her a small pouch.

Later, Sophia tore it by accident, and her mother carefully put it away.

And now... this pouch appeared again.

She hurried upstairs and dug out a small box hidden deep inside her closet.

Inside lay an old embroidered pouch—its colors faded, but still unmistakably beautiful.

She placed the two pouches side by side.

They were nearly identical.

"Could someone be copying my mom?"

Sophia rubbed her temples. Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

She rushed to open the door. A young delivery guy stood outside, looking a bit nervous.

"Miss Morgan, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes. I want to ask you something—do you remember the package you delivered to me?"

Ernest nodded. "Yes. A small box."

"That’s right. Who gave it to you?"

There was no shipping label. Someone must have used him just to drop it off.

"I’m not sure," he said. "She only told me to deliver it. But... I remember it was a woman."

"And her face?"

Sophia’s heart tightened painfully.

The courier shook his head. "I didn’t see her face. She wore a hat and a mask. She just said it was for you... as a gift."

Her heart hung suspended—neither rising nor falling—anxious and restless.

"A gift?" she repeated, breath tightening.

"Yes. That was her exact wording. She didn’t say anything else."

Sophia grabbed her phone and pulled up a photo of Aurora.

"Take a good look. Really look. Does she resemble this woman?"

The delivery guy stared but finally scratched his head.

"Miss Morgan... I’m really sorry. I don’t remember. She covered herself completely. I couldn’t see her face at all."

"How could you not see it!"

Sophia’s voice exploded—sharp, raw. The anger in her eyes startled him.

The courier froze, even more flustered.

Sophia closed her eyes, lowering her hands weakly.

"Sorry... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell."

"Miss Morgan, it’s okay. You don’t have to blame yourself. I feel bad I couldn’t help, but I truly didn’t see her face. It felt like she deliberately hid it. And it’s my fault too—I should’ve paid more attention."

Sophia shook her head.

"No, it’s not your fault. I thought it might be someone I know. I’m sorry for taking it out on you."

"Miss Morgan..."

"Thank you. Sorry to make you come all the way for nothing." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The courier pressed his lips together.

He had just started this job, and it was his first time seeing Sophia.

Her sudden anger had scared him, but now her gentleness completely reversed his impression.

He turned to leave—then suddenly paused. Something clicked in his memory.

"Miss Morgan, I don’t know what she looked like...but she had a red mole on her ear."

Sophia’s head snapped up.

"A red mole?" she whispered.

"Yes," he said, pointing to his left ear. "Right here."

The only thing he had seen—was her ear.

Sophia’s stomach dropped—cold dread washing through her.

After he left, she sat on the sofa, the two nearly identical pouches laid out in front of her.

Even the stitching... was exactly the same.

The delivery guy said the woman claimed it was a gift.

And tomorrow—was her birthday.

And Aurora...

Aurora had a red mole on her left ear.

Sophia used to pinch that ear when she was little.

Aurora always joked it was a mark from someone in her past life.

But...

How could someone who died... ever come back?