"He can think it over again." Amelia stood under the streetlamp, dressed in a black jacket, her long legs and slender waist accentuating her stance. "We won't force anyone."Chris burst into laughter. "He doesn't have a choice—go in or go bankrupt. Boss, you're still the decisive one!""He deserves it." Amelia's lips curled into a slow smile. "He had his chance."If he didn't cherish it, who was to blame?Time and again, he sought trouble, and now he had even dragged Grandma into it.Amelia was never one to let grudges slide.Jackson should consider himself lucky that he carried the Milton family's blood; otherwise, he would be joining the others going in.As for the old lady, Jackson was undoubtedly the first to seek her out.He thought things would be like before—kneeling, crying, and begging. Grandma had never let him suffer before.But this time, Harmony Clinic didn’t even open its doors.Sitting in the backyard, Victoria gently caressed the bracelet her late husband had left behi
How could Mrs. Fisher not look at Mia with newfound respect? “Aunt Ashford really knows how to bring in talent.”“Mia and I just hit it off.” Aunt Ashford affectionately patted Mia’s hand. “On the way here, she was still being modest, saying she hadn't even graduated yet and wasn’t qualified to treat patients. But now, it seems she’s truly remarkable.”Mia would never admit that she had just gotten lucky.Old Mr. Fisher’s sudden illness had put her in a tight spot when Aunt Ashford immediately claimed she could treat him.With everyone’s eyes on her, she couldn’t back out.Fortunately, she had brought along an ancient medical book—one she had stolen from the Milton family.She recalled Mary once mentioning that Old Mrs. Milton possessed great medical skills.There was no way the old woman would own a useless book. At first glance, it was clear the text was from an ancient era, undoubtedly valuable.Though Mia could barely decipher the messy handwriting, she simply followed the book’s
Mary’s stupidity had not only ruined herself but had also dragged her down!No way!the Milton family was already at its breaking point—she couldn't let Mary's mess pull her under too!The moment Mia got out of the car, she called Jackson back.Her voice was icy. “Was that livestream started by my grandmother or Amelia?”Jackson had never seen his obedient daughter act like this before.For some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.But right now, he had no choice but to cling to this last shred of hope. “Probably your grandmother… I’m not sure. By the time I found out about the livestream, it was already blowing up.”Mia suppressed her anger. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”“Live streaming online is no different from begging. Your mother and I didn’t take it seriously at first.”Mia nearly lost it. “This is the internet age! Don’t you understand that?”Jackson had never been scolded like this by a younger generation before. His expression darkened. “Mia! Watch your tone!”That repr
Was it all because of Amelia?Or was it the old lady’s medical skills?To Mia, this question was crucial.With her mind preoccupied, she didn’t even reply to William’s messages.The moment she stepped into her dorm, she opened her laptop and searched for Amelia’s grades.Still ranking in the bottom ten of the entire school. No improvement whatsoever.That made Mia finally breathe a sigh of relief.At the same time, an unwillingness festered inside her.Even without the Milton family, that girl was still making money off the old lady’s livestream.What a stroke of luck.Mia clenched her fists, her gaze darkening.But it didn’t matter anymore—she had now formed connections with the Fisher family.She remembered that in her past life, the Fisher family had remained hidden yet powerful, basking in extreme wealth and prestige. In the end, they were the ultimate winners.Mia curled her lips into a smile.So what if that livestream blew up?At the end of the day, that girl was just a streame
"I may be an old fool here in this small alley, but with you and Elijah, I can't just stay here," the old lady said with a smile. "I can't always be cooped up in this little place while you two kids fight it out in the world.""I have to learn to take that step, try to make connections, learn new things, and not just stay stuck in this small town," she added, putting down the sieve and looking rejuvenated. "How many more years can your grandmother keep struggling?""Of course, Grandma is as beautiful and exceptional as ever. This is just the beginning," Amelia said, her voice clear. "In the future, everyone will know that Dr. Milton from South City is here to heal the world."The old lady chuckled, clearly amused. "You girl, you’re just trying to make me happy.""I’m not just trying to cheer you up, I mean it," Amelia said, her eyes deep and beautiful.The old lady didn’t listen to her flattery any longer. She cleared the dishes and told Amelia to go take a bath. Neither of them brou
Smith: “…Boss, are you really going to pretend we don’t exist?”Amelia thought for a moment. “Actually, I do have a question for you.”“Alright, hold on.”Carl’s jet-black eyes darkened as he looked at the man still sweating coldly in front of him. “You can leave now. I want results by tomorrow.”Amelia could hear faint noises from the other side of the call.It was like listening through a veil of mist—cold, distant, and suffocating in its pressure.Whoever he was speaking to seemed extremely respectful—yet there was fear in their voice.“Yes, …Mister.”President what? Amelia didn’t catch it.By the time she registered what was happening, the call had switched from voice to video.He had suddenly initiated a video call, and she hadn’t declined.Amelia had always been easygoing—there was little difference between voice and video to her.Soon, the screen revealed his current appearance.A black suit. Long legs casually stretched out. It looked like he had just finished a meeting—he was
Carl’s fingers paused slightly. Instead of answering, he asked in return, “Why?”Amelia’s tear mole was striking as she mused, “It feels like he does everything for you. Does he owe the Cromwell family a favor?”“Mm.” Carl responded only to the latter part of her sentence. “He does owe.”Amelia propped her chin up with one hand. “Then have him remove the ‘Guardian’ status.”Carl’s movements stilled for a moment before he feigned ignorance. “Guardian?”Thinking he wasn’t familiar with it, Amelia explained, “It’s a badge that appears in my livestream room when someone gives a lot of tips. It doesn’t really match my aesthetic.”Carl chuckled, his voice low and amused. “And why not ask the platform to remove it?”Amelia rarely showed emotion, but now half of her face was puffed up in a pout—beautiful yet proud. “The platform keeps giving me automated replies. Even my moderators couldn’t do anything. Probably because that person tipped too much, and they don’t want to offend a big spender.
Victoria didn’t care what others thought.But when it came to education, there was no room for compromise.Everything else could be delayed, but knowledge was one’s own.She especially despised hearing people say that girls didn’t need to study too much, that money should be spent on boys instead—utter nonsense.If Amelia really did well this time, she might actually get into a good university.Amelia hadn’t even washed up yet, but Victoria already seemed to see her bright future unfolding.Her precious granddaughter wasn’t meant to be trapped in this small town, enduring the judgmental stares of others.She should go out into the world and let more people see her brilliance!“Amelia, listen to Grandma. I’ll take care of the shop, and I won’t go soft on the Milton family either. Just focus on your exam, no pressure.”Amelia could tell how much this exam meant to the old lady.To bring good luck, Victoria even brushed her off with a reed leaf—an old folk custom believed to ward off bad
Back then, she and the lady of the Jenkins family had dominated the entire New York elite circle.And now, someone who looked just like her had returned.Before, when they saw Abby, they thought she somewhat resembled how the Miss Amelia had looked as a child.But now… there was no comparison.Their aura couldn’t be more different.This was what a true the Cromwell family heir should be like.No one questioned if she was real anymore.Instead, they couldn’t take their eyes off her.From the moment she entered the estate to when she walked into the study, she carried herself with grace and confidence, her features strikingly refined.Amelia hadn’t expected that her mere appearance would immediately win over the household staff.But she had bigger concerns—like how much poison had already accumulated in her grandfather’s system.—The study doors swung open.Mr. Cromwell immediately stood up, his face breaking into an uncontrollable smile.“Amelia! Come, let Grandpa see you! Are you col
Damon nodded. “So sudden—it’s hard for anyone to accept.”Rowan had a different view. “Bro, the Cromwell family was just sponsoring an orphan’s education. So many orphans saw them as family—should the Cromwell family adopt them all? Now that their biological daughter is back, Amelia should leave on her own.”“Shut up,” Spencer muttered through clenched teeth.Damon tried to mediate. “The whole thing is strange. If they really found her, why was there no news at all? Could she be fake?”“What news do you expect? They picked her up from the mountains, and she probably doesn’t even know how to read.” Spencer’s expression was indifferent, but his tone was filled with disdain. “Who knows what she even looks like? The the Cromwell family probably has to teach her etiquette first before making an announcement—otherwise, who would accept her?”Damon stroked his chin. “Then compared to Abby, she really is worlds apart.”“She’s not even worthy of being compared to Abby.” Spencer sneered.Rowan
Inside the study, Mr. Cromwell remained seated, listening to the voice message from Amelia.She was telling him not to get angry.He didn’t even bother opening the door.Instead, he raised his voice:“If you don’t make me angry, I’ll be fine! Let me warn you—if you still want to call yourself Mr. Cromwell, then get lost!”Zane stepped forward anxiously. “Dad, I’m just worried about your health!”“Worry about your brain first.” Mr. Cromwell slammed his dragon-headed cane on the floor, lowering his voice. “Get out.”Zane clenched his fists.He didn’t understand why his father had never valued him.In the old man’s eyes, he was always a failure.Zane turned slightly. “Fine, I’ll leave. But at least leave a doctor with you.”Mr. Cromwell ignored him.Zane left, humiliated.Even now, he hadn’t told his wife that Amelia had been found.He didn’t know how to break it to her.He worried it would trigger her illness.And why was Father so adamant about sending Abby away?It felt like a direct
Secretary Frank hid nothing from Amelia.He reported every entry and item brought into the room in full detail.“Yesterday, the Cromwell family’s sponsored student, Miss Abby, wanted to bring soup to the chairman.”Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Soup?”“Yes. She has been delivering it regularly, starting at the company.”Amelia’s voice remained calm. “It wasn’t the soup. Grandpa probably didn’t drink it.”“Indeed, he didn’t.” Secretary Frank continued, “I didn’t allow her in. After that, only the chef and Mr. Cromwell entered.”Amelia’s gaze darkened. “Mr. Cromwell?”“Your father.” Secretary Frank’s tone held undisguised reluctance. “The chairman and Mr. Cromwell argued.”Amelia fell into thought before finally saying, “Secretary Frank, please prepare some traditional medicine. Stay with Grandpa. Until I arrive, do not let him see anyone, including Mr. Cromwell.”She had deliberately called him Mr. Cromwell.Secretary Frank immediately understood her stance—she had no intention of acknowl
Zane still wanted to argue, but Mr. Cromwell was so furious that he could hardly breathe.The moment someone tried to help him, he started coughing violently.Zane had never intended to push his father to this extent—he only wanted to reason with him.But then, Mr. Cromwell coughed up a mouthful of blood.The dark red stain splattered onto Zane’s shirt.He panicked.“Dad! What’s wrong?! Dad!”“Leave.” Mr. Cromwell gasped for air.Just then, Secretary Frank rushed in.“Mr. Cromwell! It’s a call from Miss Amelia! She’s already on the New York-Frank Expressway—she’ll arrive in the city by this afternoon! Would you like to—Mr. Cromwell?!”The excitement on Secretary Frank’s face instantly vanished when he saw Mr. Cromwell’s condition.His voice turned frantic.Mr. Cromwell barely managed to catch his breath. “Amelia is calling? Hurry, hurry, give me the phone!”“Chairman, your health—” Secretary Frank hesitated.Amelia could hear the conversation from the other end. Her brows furrowed.“G
At the same time.Cromwell Family Villa.Aunt Ashford placed a bowl of silver ear soup by Abby’s bedside. “Miss, you should eat something. I looked into it—she’s nothing but a wild village girl.”“She was found in River County.” Aunt Ashford’s tone was full of disdain. “That kind of impoverished place could never produce someone decent. Miss, you have nothing to worry about. You were raised with the utmost care and refinement—you’re leagues above her.”Hearing this, Abby finally peeked out from under the covers and mumbled, “Emma, it’s fine to say that here in my room, but don’t go spreading it outside. After all, she’s the real daughter of the Cromwell family.”“She may be the Cromwell family’s real daughter, but compared to you, she’s worlds apart! Why shouldn’t we speak the truth? She’s just flaunting her background.” Seeing that Miss was finally willing to speak, Aunt Ashford felt relieved.“Just wait and see. Even if she enters the Cromwell family, she won’t be able to enjoy the
When she first returned to town, she was in an utterly miserable state.Her son and daughter-in-law had drained her dry, squeezing every last bit out of her.The whole neighborhood had been furious just watching.Later, even her son and daughter-in-law stopped coming around.She had no pension or welfare and survived solely by running a small massage shop.Yet, despite her hardships, Victoria was kind-hearted—she barely had enough for herself but never took advantage of others.And she even took in a young apprentice.Now, that very apprentice—her granddaughter—had managed to expand the business all the way to New York!Not a single person wasn’t happy for them.Emma and Granny Oak stood by Victoria’s side, reluctant to part. “Milton, you must come back often. When the mulberries ripen next year, we’ll make mulberry cakes together.”“I will, I will,” Victoria said, patting their hands affectionately.Meanwhile, Amelia was also surrounded by people, including many of the elders from th
Meanwhile, Abby bit her lip, lowering her gaze to hide the hatred in her eyes.Why? Why did Grandpa wait until now to say this?Did he ever consider her situation?Zane was too caught up in his thoughts to notice.This sudden revelation was overwhelming.But Abby?She was only thinking one thing—Who exactly is the real Cromwell heiress? And if she’s coming back… what will happen to me?That night, at the Cromwell family villa.Aunt Ashford had never seen Miss so furious before.Even her most cherished rose-patterned vase was shattered into pieces on the floor.Aunt Ashford hesitated at the door, wanting to console her, but she was afraid.Miss had gone to the Cromwell family estate, but why did she come back like a completely different person?She didn’t understand, and there was no one she could ask.Even Mr. Cromwell hadn’t returned with her—wasn’t he supposed to discuss the adoption?Aunt Ashford grew uneasy and decided to find out what had happened.Having worked in the Cromwell f
The only reason he had stopped them earlier was because Abby was not a Cromwell.This subtle rejection made Abby’s face turn pale as she stared daggers at Secretary Frank.Secretary Frank couldn’t care less—he was already being pressured to resign. Did they think he wouldn’t push back?Zane frowned. “Secretary Frank, Abby will be part of the Cromwell family soon. You should be more mindful of your attitude.”“Yes,” Secretary Frank responded mildly, adjusting his glasses. “Once Miss Abby officially becomes part of the Cromwell family, I will be mindful of my attitude.”Zane narrowed his eyes.But he decided to let it go.Convincing his father to agree to the adoption was more important than arguing with a secretary.That night.Cromwell Family Estate, Study Room.Mr. Cromwell was happily placing online orders.His precious Amelia was coming home—the house couldn’t remain so lifeless!Especially her room—it had to be decorated perfectly!As he cheerfully spent money, his son and grandso