"Amelia Cromwell never knew she wasn’t born into the Milton family. It wasn’t until she felt everyone hated her, and the Milton family drove her out, telling her to go back to her village people biological parents that the truth came out… Amelia smiled lightly, ready to reveal her true identity and shock everyone. But to her surprise, the so called village people, the Milton family referred to was actually the richest family in New York—Cromwell! In the blink of an eye, she went from being the scorned, fake rich girl to the beloved, real daughter of Cromwell, pampered by six older brothers. The domineering oldest brother: ""Pause the meeting, book the return flight to the country. Let’s see who dares to bully my little sister!"" The superstar second brother: ""Cancel the performance. I’m going to pick up my little sister right now."" The genius third brother: ""Delay the competition. Nothing is more important than my little sister."" the Milton family deeply regretted their actions, and her childhood friend turned around to try and please her. Before Amelia could even respond with a ""no,"" a proposal from the head of the prestigious Jenkins family, Carl Jenkins, CEO of the Jenkins Group, made headlines and sent her trending! ...
View More"Amelia, this is the DNA test result. You are not Mr. Milton's biological daughter. Mr. Milton has found his real daughter and wants you to stop contacting them."
Amelia arrived at her fiancé's house. It felt like a dream. She wasn't Jackson's daughter? She'd always wondered why Jackson let her take the Cromwell name. Now she knew—Jackson had known all along that she wasn't his daughter. She mustered the courage to text her fiance, Maynard Simmons, "Coming home for dinner tonight?" The wait felt endless. He hated being disturbed at work, and she worried he'd ignore her like he used to. But a second later, her phone lit up with his cold reply, "Yeah, we need to talk." Relieved, Amelia hurried to buy groceries and whipped up several of her best dishes. She placed the DNA test on the table, then thought better of it and flipped it over. As evening fell, a black luxury car pulled into the yard. Maynard got out, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm. His tall frame and sharp features made him look like a model off the runway. "Maynard, you're home!" Amelia jogged over, reaching for his jacket, but he handed her a document instead. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Take a look. If you have any demands, go ahead." She glanced down at the first page, where the title "Breakup Agreement" stared back at her. The stark white paper hurt her eyes. Maynard tugged at his tie, looking tired from work. He glanced at his fiancee, with her round, baby-faced features that made her look pretty cute. He didn't love her. He'd only proposed because his grandma adored her. Amelia kept his grandma company, strolled with her in Central Park, baked cupcakes, and watched old movies together. Life had become more colorful for his grandma, and her health improved. Their engagement was just a deal. Staying together would only waste Amelia's youth. Better to end it. "Are you breaking up with me because of my identity?" Amelia asked, her voice trembling. Had Maynard already found out she wasn't a Milton by blood? "Identity?" He frowned. "What are you talking about?" "Never mind. I was just wondering, would you still break up if we had a kid?" "Yes," he said coldly, his eyes flicking to her stomach. "Are you pregnant?" She shook her head. Maynard let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to bring a child into an unhappy relationship—like his parents had done. Amelia watched his retreating back, swallowing back tears. She hadn't told him about the DNA test. His words felt like a gentle knife stabbing her heart. She glanced at the dinner she'd prepared, now cold, and dumped it all in the trash. Growing up, her parents never loved her. They sent her to live with her aunt, Rosemary, who was kind to her. All Amelia ever wanted was a family of her own. She'd been Maynard's fiancee for three years, even though she knew he didn't love her. But you can't warm a cold stone, no matter how hard you try. Without even reading the breakup agreement, she signed her name at the bottom. That night, she moved to the study. She couldn't go back to the Miltons, and Maynard hadn't kicked her out yet. For now, this was her home. The next morning, Amelia got a call from Maynard's mom, Felicia. "Amelia, have the maid clean up the guest room on the second floor. We're expecting guests for a few days. Make sure they're well taken care of." Before Amelia could ask who, Felicia hung up. By the time she went downstairs, Maynard had already left for work. In the afternoon, a young woman dressed head-to-toe in designer clothes walked into the hall. Amelia's eyes widened. Was this the guest Felicia mentioned? She was stunning. Amelia's mind flashed with bitterness. In the past, she would've been jealous. But she was already broken up with Maynard. Any woman living here was none of her business. "Hi," Amelia began, but the woman ignored her, walked around the hall, and then turned to the butler, Adrian. "The curtains are ugly, and I hate the sofa. Change everything in the bedroom to my favorite brands." "Who are you?" Amelia asked. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Misty Erikson, the future lady of the house. Naturally, I get to decide the decor." "You're Misty?" A wave of bitterness washed over Amelia. No wonder Maynard broke up with her. Misty was back, and she was just a stand-in. "Looks like you've heard of me. Sign the breakup agreement. You've held this spot for three years. Time to move on." Amelia replied coolly, "So sentimental. Where were you when Maynard was in a car accident and in a coma?" Misty's face froze. "My brothers kept me locked up. I couldn't see Maynard. Anyway, if you want your family to stay safe, sign the agreement." She glanced at the breakup agreement on the coffee table, feeling triumphant. She'd waited three years for this day. "I've already signed it," Amelia said. "Good choice." Misty pulled out a check from her designer bag. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it compensation.""Still, you should probably avoid talking about her and that man’s affair too much—it’s all about public perception.""Oh, I know," Carrie replied. "It’s just us chatting! Her PR team already released a statement denying everything, but the netizens aren’t buying it. Some media outlets are still camping outside the hospital, trying to confirm if she was really pregnant and got dumped. My friend has always marketed herself as pure and innocent—this scandal needs to be cleaned up ASAP!"She straightened up in her chair."If you can fix this, my friend will definitely send you a huge red envelope!"Mia hesitated for a moment, clearly tempted."No need for that," she finally said, pretending to be selfless. "I just know this has been stressing you out, so I want to help.""Mia, you’re the best!"Carrie blew several kisses into her phone."Be honest, Mia—do you read fortunes or something? Everything you say always comes true!"Mia smirked mysteriously."That’s not something I can discuss."
"They'll probably try to smooth things over and get the Crawford family to spare her.""But over time, the Cromwell family will grow tired of this constant manipulation. That girl has no idea how miserable her end will be!"The people nearby nodded in agreement."At the very least, we have to acknowledge her abilities for now," one scholar remarked. "Saving Mr.Cromwell proves that her medical skills are indeed impressive."Mr. Crawford scoffed."It was just luck."What he truly coveted was the ancient acupuncture manual his student possessed.If he could get his hands on it, his status would be solidified.After all, when he observed Mia’s needling techniques, her movements were still unrefined.But now, obtaining the book seemed nearly impossible.The Crawford family might have already gotten to it first.Mr. Crawford narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.Meanwhile, Mia rushed back to school, her face pale as a sheet.She had called Uncle Crawford many times, but he never picked up.It
In social circles, Mia had always maintained the image of an orphan—A narrative designed to highlight her talent.Even when Jackson came looking for her, she claimed he was just a distant cousin.And thanks to this daughter, Jackson managed to climb his way up to a small-time contractor.People’s impression of her was that she was simple, well-mannered, and somewhat pitiful.After all, for a young person new to New York, life wasn’t easy. Some of the older generation naturally wanted to lend her a hand.Who would have thought—she had the Crawford family backing her all along?But now, the Crawford family was clearly trying to distance themselves from the Adler family scandal, treating her like a discarded pawn.The scholars exchanged glances and subtly stepped away from her.Evelyn was still under investigation in LA.Once upon a time, Mr. Adler had been highly respected in New York’s medical circles—now, he wasn’t even allowed to leave his courtyard.And don’t think the storm has pa
Today, if Mia’s reputation collapsed, the Crawford family would have a much harder time manipulating things behind the scenes.That was why Ernest stepped forward.He glanced at Secretary Frank, then at Amelia."Since things have come to this, why not show some mercy?" He spoke with a seemingly benevolent tone. "After all, you are in the medical field too. A true healer has a compassionate heart. Just because you saved Mr.Cromwell doesn’t mean you should completely cut off another doctor’s path."Amelia was sharp.Just by looking at his face, she could immediately match him to the information she had read.Seeing that the Crawford family couldn't resist jumping out, her eyes held a hint of amusement."I was wondering who had the power to whitewash Evelyn’s apprentice," she mused, "turns out it’s the Crawford family."One sentence—Ernest’s expression turned dark."Young lady, you should speak with evidence.""Mia’s mother’s surname is Crawford," Amelia said casually. "She’s already in
Mr. Hart had never seen a young person with such a thick skin before.When he got home, he was definitely going to beat his grandson!What kind of friends was he making?!(Denis: Achoo! The weather dropped just like that. Guess it’s time to ask Grandpa for some money to buy a down jacket.)Denis had no idea that his so-called "fairy-like" Mia had just put on an entire tea ceremony performance for his grandfather in front of everyone.Given Mr. Hart’s status, it was beneath him to continue engaging with her.Pushing the issue further would be undignified.Mia had bet on this.Mr. Hart was a respected elder in the medical field, a man of scholarly integrity.In this situation, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to argue with her.That’s why she played this card.But she miscalculated one thing—And that was Amelia.It didn’t matter what kind of tea tactics Mia tried—Amelia could spill the tea right back."So, according to you, you were 'forced' to become Evelyn’s apprentice?" Amelia smi
After all, even with Mia’s impressive acupuncture skills, there were still illnesses she couldn’t treat.Sometimes, she even made mistakes.The only explanation Dave could come up with was that his old friend was exaggerating to help his disciple transfer schools.Thinking himself witty, he said, “Peter, you want to promote the younger generation, but you don’t have to go as far as giving her the credit.”"Give her credit? Secretary Frank is right here. Do you think I could just 'give' credit like that?"Mr. Hart remained upright and righteous as he turned to Mia, who was deliberately trying to lower her presence."Your student once apprenticed under Evelyn Adler. She should know exactly who saved Mr. Cromwell."Mr. Hart had never intended to put a junior on the spot.That’s why, when he first saw Mia, he had said nothing.But every single word she spoke was aimed at stepping on Amelia, belittling her as if she was worthless.He could no longer tolerate it."Amelia had the highest lev
"Secretary Frank, it’s really been a long time! The last time we met was in Mr. Cromwell’s office."Dave’s attempt to curry favor was blatantly obvious.But Secretary Frank didn’t extend his hand, only giving him a brief glance.Dave didn’t mind the cold attitude, instead eagerly trying to find a topic of conversation. "So, what brings you here?""I’m here to pick up Peter." After deciphering Amelia’s silent cue, Secretary Frank ignored the old scholar and walked straight to Mr. Hart. "Peter, Mr. Cromwell knew you were meeting an old friend today, so he specifically instructed me not to show up too early. He wanted you to finish your business first before bringing you to the Cromwell estate. Ever since parting ways in LA, Mr. Cromwell has been thinking about you."The moment these words fell—The entire room went dead silent.Secretary Frank’s demeanor was like an invisible slap, landing hard on their faces.Dave visibly stiffened.Those who had been loudly accusing Amelia and Mr. Har
"Time really spares no one, huh? Even the rule-abiding Peter finds himself in a difficult spot now."The elderly scholar patted Mr. Hart on the shoulder."Peter, we’re both getting on in years. My memory isn’t what it used to be—I completely forgot we had an appointment. And honestly, this isn’t the right place to discuss your junior’s school transfer.""Transfer?" Mia feigned surprise. "Mr. Hart, Sister’s grades wouldn’t allow for a transfer, would they? Hasn’t she always studied at your vocational school?"As soon as she said this, many scholars turned to look their way.The elderly scholar made no move to stop her.Mr. Hart instantly understood what was happening, and his heart sank.Before coming here, he had reassured Amelia that everything would be fine.But now, even an old friend had become unrecognizable.Amelia, ever perceptive, knew that anything Mr. Hart said now would only invite further ridicule. She spoke up herself:"Mr. Hart, out of old friendship, you turned down an
At the Special Cases Meeting—Several investigators were reviewing Rowan on the screen."Boss sent this guy?""Yeah, Boss said he’s special and could help with the case.""When is Boss coming back?""After stabilizing their studies.""Their studies? You’re joking, right? What does Boss need school for?""Don’t believe me? See for yourself."The room fell into silence as everyone stared at the chat logs.What kind of force could actually make their Boss go to school?No need to ask—the answer was social obligations.Meanwhile, Amelia had been waiting at the bookstore near the school with Mr. Hart.Their appointment was for 2 PM. It was already 4 PM, yet the other party still hadn’t shown up.Mr. Hart had finished his tea and was about to send a follow-up message when a group of scholarly-looking individuals entered.One elderly man at the front chuckled, "I must say, I’m very pleased with my student. Even Mr. Fisher praises her—says she’s a prodigy at acupuncture and sharp in analyzing
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