She suddenly spoke up, her voice sharp. “What was wrong with Wilma? She seemed so well-behaved, but who knew she was messing around outside, and even ended up with a child of questionable origin!”
“Rena!” Mrs. Jones Sr. cut her off. “How can you say that? Wilma was your sister! And as her family, don’t we know what kind of person she was?”
It was the first time Mrs. Jones Sr. had ever looked at this daughter with such disapproval.
Mr. Jones Sr. glanced at her and added, “You’re a grown woman, yet you still don’t know how to speak. Wilma was your sister, our biological daughter, and Anastasia is your niece. Who taught you to talk like that? And no matter who Anastasia’s biological father is, she is still Wilma’s child and my biological granddaughter. That will never change!”
Rena fell silent, outwardly resentful but inwardly seething.
Biological daughter?
Ha. Of course. Even after only knowing her for less than a month, Wilma was still their real daughter. And her? What did decades of companionship count for? Not being blood meant not being blood!
She was clearly so capable, yet in the end, they dismissed her with a single phrase—“can’t manage the company”—and would rather hand over their massive family fortune to a young girl they had just met!
There were too many people in the room. Once they saw Colby was awake and stable, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were relieved and led Anastasia and the Lancasters outside to talk.
Soon, only Colby and Rena were left in the room.
Rena could no longer contain her fury. With no one else around, her expression turned dark as she demanded, “Colby, what is the meaning of this? Are you not happy until you see me lose everything?! Don’t you forget, you’re not innocent when it comes to Wilma and Anastasia!”


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