“Don’t the Joneses have a son and a daughter?”
“You haven’t heard? That adopted daughter, Rena, she’s a real snake in the grass! You know how the Jones family lost their biological daughter? It was Rena who did it! The family was on a trip, up in the mountains during the dead of winter, and she just abandoned the baby—still in her swaddling clothes—out in the cold. It’s a miracle the child didn’t die right then and there!”
“It’s almost like fate, really. Years later, the Joneses actually found her, but before they could officially welcome her back, that vicious woman killed her!”
“The Jones family has had the worst luck. Who would’ve thought that taking in a fallen comrade’s child out of the goodness of their hearts would bring such ruin to their family?”
“As for the Joneses’ son, he’s always been in poor health. Now there are rumors he’s planning to join a monastery. Who knows if it’s true, but either way, he won’t be taking over the family business.”
The conversation shifted back to Anastasia, and everyone couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. A young woman, not even twenty, was about to inherit such a massive fortune!
“And that's not all—there's the Austin family too! Even though they already have Hans and Joanna, the head of the Austin family dotes on his long-lost youngest daughter. It’s no exaggeration to say he treats her like the apple of his eye. I heard Wayne himself say that if his daughter wanted the Austin family fortune, he'd give it to her.”
“No way! I've seen the Austin kids, Hans and Joanna. They're the best of the best. I heard Wayne raised them to be his successors. In their social circles, they're seen as golden children, praised by everyone. Would they really just hand over everything?”
“Why not? Haven't you heard? Both of them have already said that if Anastasia wants the inheritance, it's hers. And if she doesn't, they'll take care of her for the rest of her life. They absolutely adore their newfound sister.”
Hearing this, a wave of jealousy washed over the listeners. “Why couldn’t I have been born so lucky?”
Amid countless envious gazes, Wayne placed Anastasia’s hand into Harrison’s.
Her small hand rested in his larger one. She looked up, flashing a radiant smile at the man before her, completely lost in his tender and loving gaze.



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