Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 687

Adrian was willing to raise her, but that was entirely his business and had nothing to do with her.

She thought that even if her own daughter had still been alive, she would never have wanted such a selfish and cold father.

Her daughter wouldn't have cared about being the eldest heiress of the Malone family either!

She accepted that Gianna held the status of the Malone family's eldest heiress, but she could never give Gianna a mother's love. She simply could not do it.

"Mom…" Gianna's eyes turned red, her voice trembling as she looked heartbreakingly hurt.

But Wendy just sighed. "You'd better call me Aunt."

She hadn't been able to reach Gianna by phone yesterday, so she had already asked someone to look into it. She knew that after leaving her place, Gianna had gone to meet her younger sister, Pepper.

Gianna was devastated. She threw herself down at Wendy's feet, wrapped her arms around her leg, pressed her face against it, and silently let her tears fall as she cried with real emotion.

"No! You're my mother. I've called you Mom since I was little. Mom, are you not going to want me anymore?"

She and Pepper had already discussed it and decided to keep things the same for now.

After all, Wendy was no ordinary woman. After the divorce, Steven was set to inherit everything from the Malone family.

In that case, the huge business empire Wendy had worked so hard to build for so many years needed an heir as well, and a wedding-dress empire was obviously more suitable for a girl like Gianna to inherit.

More importantly, everyone in their social circle already assumed this. People all believed that Wendy's high-end Nuaine brand would one day belong to Gianna.

That was why Gianna could be so highly regarded in elite society.

Pepper didn't mind Gianna still calling Wendy her mother. Wendy, however, simply gave her a tissue and pulled her leg back.

"Gianna, I've only got one daughter."

Gianna's tears had already soaked through the velvet skirt at Wendy's knees. She thought she had finally moved her. She never expected Wendy to be this hard-hearted and ruthless.

Once again, Gianna felt like a joke—a pathetic stand-in desperately clinging on, only to still be rejected and pushed away.

She clenched the tissue tightly, wiping her tears as she hid the burning humiliation and rage in her eyes.

She slowly stood up, her eyes red as she looked at Wendy. "If you don't want me to call you that, I'll respect your decision. But in my heart, you'll always be my mother."

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