When questioning the couple, Edgar did not enter the room.Grace already knew him.If he were present, she might become even more defiant and never tell the truth.Indeed, Grace was cunning. When Benjamin mentioned the word “trafficking,” she quickly shifted her stance.“We were just middlemen,” she said, eyes darting. “Some people want children, some have too many and want to sell. We just made the connections, never stole anyone’s child.”Benjamin’s eyes turned ice-cold.“So your son’s life isn’t worth much either, then?”With that, he glanced to the side.“Mr. Anderson, it seems you’re not very useful either.”Frank broke into a cold sweat.He yanked Nathan by the arm.“The Morton family is finished! And your wife is still refusing to tell the truth? Do you want your entire family to be locked up for life?!”Nathan trembled violently.With a loud slap, he struck Grace across the face.“Tell the truth!”He couldn’t believe he had married such a foolish woman—still playing games at a
He suppressed the excitement surging in his heart.Cross-referencing their lies with their true motives, and observing their deliberate concealment now—An answer emerged.One that seemed impossible yet made perfect sense!He suddenly pushed open the door and spoke the guess weighing on his heart:“You didn’t accidentally switch babies with the Milton family. You deliberately exchanged the trafficked child because you didn’t like her! You never had a daughter at all!”Grace’s face changed drastically the moment she saw him.Wasn’t this the family of that cursed girl?!They knew each other?!Edgar didn’t waste time beating around the bush.“You deliberately misled me, making me question the Milton family. But how could the Milton family possibly know that you never gave birth? They would only assume my second sister was the daughter of some rural couple who stole their daughter’s life. They would never tell me the truth, which meant—no matter what—I would get the wrong answer!”“The se
For so many years, all they wanted was to find their little sister as soon as possible.Yet, they had to be cautious about revealing the Cromwell family’s name.Too many people wanted to impersonate the Cromwell family's lost daughter.Driven by greed, exposing her identity would only put her in greater danger.They had hired countless private investigators, and every time, they were met with the same grim response—little chance of survival.He and his sixth brother refused to believe it.So, they built a secret base, filling it with photographs of their little sister.Every year, they celebrated her birthday there, imagining what she would look like when she grew up.And now—Benjamin had finally seen her.And she was even better than he and his sixth brother had imagined!Joy overwhelmed him as he tried to stand up.His eyes shone with excitement.“I’m going to see my little sister right now! I’ll tell her—I’m her Fifth Brother!”“Young Master.”Edgar grabbed him, lowering his voice
The always composed Benjamin spoke with an unmistakable hoarseness in his voice.“Uncle Monroe, do you really think we still need that ridiculous DNA test?”“If this isn’t my little sister, then who else could it be?!”There was no one else.People always said that the girl at home resembled their little sister.To him, not even close.This was his sister.Even with a dirty face, even after being abducted—she was still clutching her candy, staring at the camera with a proud yet adorable look, as if she had just woken up.Her big, bright, watery eyes.Her small, chubby, fair face.And—She was wearing the tiger-head hat that he and his sixth brother had made for her.Because they had sewn it themselves, the embroidery of the "king" symbol on the forehead was completely crooked.Edgar was trembling with excitement.Guessing was one thing.But confirming it was another.He had memorized exactly how Miss Amelia looked when she was taken!“Young Master! I’ll call Mr. Cromwell right now!” E
"Alright."Although Amelia had some doubts, saving a life was the priority."Does he have any history of allergies or medication restrictions? Any reactions to penicillin or similar drugs?"Edgar: "None."Just as they were speaking, the stretcher arrived.Amelia moved Benjamin onto it with professional precision, keeping his body fully aligned.The county doctors and nurses followed closely behind.Edgar was sweating profusely.He wanted to tell Second Miss—She was Miss Amelia!But he was afraid that if she found out now, her emotions toward the Young Master would become too complicated, affecting the surgery.Clang.The surgical room light turned on.Carl had followed Amelia inside.After all, there were still other matters to wrap up.Once the operating room door closed, he turned to Edgar."Your Young Master... found your Young Miss?"His tone was calm, indifferent—as if he didn’t really care.After all, he didn’t know the full story.His responsibility had only been rescuing the
“Mr. Cromwell, we’ve found Miss Amelia!”Edgar’s hands were trembling, his voice filled with excitement.“This time, it’s real! She’s right in front of me!”Mr. Cromwell shot up from his chair, his sharp eyes trembling.“Where are you?!”“We’re at River County Hospital,” Edgar kept his voice as steady as possible.“Benjamin is here too. He’s already met Miss Amelia. It’s a long and complicated story, but I’ll explain everything once you arrive.”Mr. Cromwell gripped his dragon-headed cane tightly, unable to contain the excitement in his eyes.“Ben has already met Amelia?! How did he even end up in River County? And how did he find her?!”“To be exact, it was Miss Amelia who saved Benjamin,” Edgar explained briefly.“The moment he saw her, he felt an immediate connection.”Edgar hesitated for a second before taking a deep breath.“Mr. Cromwell, what I’m about to say might be overwhelming for you. Do you want to prepare yourself first?”Mr. Cromwell was already overjoyed, bursting into
“Manger Zack, is Grandpa still mad at me?” Abby bit her lip, looking pitiful and fragile.Zack Hoover from the President’s Office smiled. “Mr. Cromwell adores you the most. Give it some time, and he’ll understand your sincerity, Miss Cromwell.”“…Alright.” Abby lowered her gaze in disappointment.As soon as she got into the nanny car outside the office building, her expression darkened.“Aunt Ashford, did you find out where Grandpa went?”“He’s attending a meeting,” Aunt Ashford reassured her.“Miss, don’t worry. Once Mia gives the old master another checkup, he’ll realize she’s just an average village doctor. Then he’ll see that you are the one who truly cares for him.”“…I hope so.” Abby let out a long sigh.“Grandpa is always too strict with me.”All because of some village girl, he embarrassed me like that.She wasn’t even sure why she felt so restless lately.Maybe it was because the usual medicinal scents weren’t as effective anymore.Or maybe it was because the Cromwell family
"It's all because of you, you jinx! You ruined my life!"Grace had been acting unhinged from the moment Amelia entered.The bodyguard, worried she might become violent, stepped forward. "Dr. Cromwell, be careful—she's unstable.""It's fine. Leave us. I need to ask her something personal," Amelia said with a light smile.The bodyguard hesitated. "Young Master ordered us to ensure your safety—"Amelia's smile deepened. "Your young master is right outside. Don’t worry, I can handle myself. Besides, the poison in her system hasn’t fully cleared yet—I can control her."Only then did the bodyguard step out and close the door.Grace grabbed the iron chains around her wrists and lurched forward, aiming to smash her head against Amelia.Amelia suddenly reached out, fingers wrapping around her throat—her cold, piercing gaze demonic and dangerous."Take a guess—if you die here, will people investigate you, or will they investigate me?"When Amelia said she could control someone, she meant it.Gr
Elijah gestured: He’s not bad!“Being praised by you is never a good thing,” Amelia said lazily.Now that the person had been saved, she had no reason to linger. She glanced at Scarface. “Second Uncle, shall we go for a stroll outside?”“Sure, let’s go.”As they were leaving, Scarface didn’t forget to warn Master Dawnshade. “Anything goes when making money in the vintage shop, but if you dare to harm people, be prepared to face the law.”Master Dawnshade chuckled lightly. “Mr. Lott, I only guide those who are fated. It seems that from now on, fate no longer binds us.”“Master Dawnshade.” Amelia toyed with a purple jade pendant and suddenly looked up. “You’re talking about fate with my second uncle? Then let me ask you, do you follow Daoism or Buddhism?”“Buddhism? That doesn’t seem right. After all, you are deeply entangled in worldly affairs, far from the purity of Buddhist practice.”“Then is it Daoism? But Daoist teachings focus on self-cultivation, not guiding others. There’s no n
Master Dawnshade looked at Scarface. “Hey, you’re a veteran in the antique trade. Divination, character interpretation, and object selection all rely on trust. If you don’t believe, then please, feel free to go ahead.”Scarface had already seen through Master Dawnshade. He chuckled carelessly. “Don’t try to pressure me with industry rules. Divination is about mutual consent. Especially in the vintage shop—if both the buyer and seller agree, no one else has a say. Mr. Fisher hasn’t even complained about the price yet, Master Dawnshade, why are you in such a hurry?”“If this deal goes through for my niece, I’ll give you a ten percent cut. After all, the transaction is happening in your place.”That was reasonable.That’s how things worked in the vintage shop.Of course, Rowan was happy to proceed. He picked up a brush and casually wrote a character.The young attendant was fuming but had no choice.Master Dawnshade, however, glanced at the character and surprisingly agreed to let Amelia
Spencer’s expression turned cold. "You’re mistaken. Not all people in New York know each other.""Bro!" Rowan nudged him. "You just focus on getting your fortune read. Don't get involved in my business."Spencer’s voice was icy. "So, you’re just going to make friends with some commoner?"Scarface, though wary of escalating the conflict, knew exactly where he stood. "By that logic, I, Scarface, shouldn't be here either, huh? Since the Fisher family is so high and mighty."The current position of the Fisher family patriarch meant that they had to avoid drawing too much attention.Spencer understood this. Hearing Scarface's words, he clenched his fist in frustration but softened his tone. "Grandpa Oak, you misunderstand. We’re all the same. I never saw you as an outsider."That was a concession.Scarface let it go at that. "Then I’ll take that as a misunderstanding. You two young masters carry on. I’ll take my niece to look around.""Wait." Amelia’s gaze landed on Rowan’s waist, and she
"He is indeed very good-looking," Amelia said casually, about to leave.On the other side, Spencer, who was about to have his fortune told through calligraphy, glanced over and slightly narrowed his eyes. "Miss, you should be more polite when you speak. This is New York."Amelia chuckled. "Is this gentleman trying to teach me how to behave?"Spencer looked at her. She was undeniably beautiful, but what kind of attitude was this?Did Scarface never teach her the unspoken rules of the New York elite?"Scarface, handle this as you see fit," Spencer said indifferently. He couldn't be bothered with this any further. In his eyes, she was just an outsider.His younger brother had only looked at her a few times, yet she was putting on airs.Hah, the disdain on Spencer's face was obvious.Rowan, on the other hand, realized he had gone too far. "Ah, my bad, my bad, Miss. I was just joking. I didn't expect you and your fiancé to be so close. You're a pure love warrior, huh?"Amelia could tell th
Scarface was floored!She had done it on purpose—deliberately leading the conversation toward academics to expose that Master Dawnshade couldn’t predict a thing!He had spent no less than a million at Master Dawnshade’s place over the past year.How did it come to this?!Scarface forced himself to stay calm.Master Dawnshade was still looking at him. "Sir Jonathan?"Sir Jonathan, my ass! Scarface’s eyes widened fiercely. "Not buying!"The elder's expression stiffened—he clearly hadn’t expected this outcome.Just then, laughter sounded behind Scarface."Grandpa Oak, you’re really turning your back now? Not even giving Master Dawnshade some face?"The group strolled in, dressed in the latest fashion, all wearing high-end brands.Each had a distinct style—some with dyed hair, others with striking good looks—but they all had one thing in common: their privileged backgrounds.Elijah found this quite intriguing—he was always sharp when it came to money.He glanced at Amelia, as if asking,
Curse Others, Curse Yourself?!Scarface gasped sharply.Better not stay in the capital?!Could Master Dawnshade have foreseen that the person he brought was actually the seventh young lady the Cromwell family just reclaimed?Scarface opened his mouth, about to speak, but Amelia beat him to it:"Master, may I ask if there is a way to resolve this?""It is very difficult to resolve." The elderly man looked compassionate. "Some suffering is beyond your control. You lacked love since childhood, rarely understood by others, leading to resentment."Amelia spun the teacup in her fingers, her smile faint. "Resentment?""Yes," the old man looked at her. "Your suffering stems from resentment—you are unaware of it yet unable to break free. You wonder why others have what you lack."Elijah, listening at the side, was growing impatient, his tiger-like eyes narrowing dangerously.Yet Amelia merely sighed lazily, her tone indifferent:"Someone read my fortune before. He told me that my blessings are
Scarface initially wanted to dismiss her as someone from a "small place" with limited knowledge.But seeing her composed and confident demeanor, he couldn’t help but second-guess himself.Regardless of what others thought, if Mr.Cromwell acknowledged her, then she was legitimate—end of story.Scarface reassured himself with this thought.Amelia remained as poised as ever, her refined presence standing out, but she showed no interest in discussing Mr. Cromwell."We’re here." Scarface lifted his heels slightly to get a better look. "As expected, there's a queue."The crowd was sizable. The line of appointments stretched from inside the store all the way out onto the street.The storefront had a traditional aesthetic, filled with an array of antique treasures.A man walked out holding a slip of paper, beaming with joy. "The master said that if I follow this prescription, I’m guaranteed to have a son!""The master even knew you were trying for a child?!" someone nearby exclaimed in amazem
"Miss Amelia, first time here?"The man was talkative, speaking in a pure New York accent."You can call me Scarface."As soon as he finished speaking, someone from a nearby stall called out, "Sir Jonathan, you're here! I’ve got some good stuff today!""I’ll take a look later." Scarface nodded, exuding an air of authority."Alright! I’ll keep it reserved for you!"Amelia’s smile was subtle. "Sir Jonathan?"Scarface fanned himself leisurely. "It’s just a name folks in the trade gave me out of respect. You know, I go by Scarface."Then, he turned back to business. "Mr. Cromwell mentioned that Miss Amelia is looking for some mountain stones and special artifacts? Any specific requirements for quality?""Not really." Amelia replied while shifting her gaze to Elijah.Elijah seemed right at home in the vintage shop, his sharp eyes scanning the stalls before slightly pursing his lips.Amelia brought him here as her personal scanner. His eyes could help her locate valuable items with remarkab
Amelia had a lot on her mind—things she needed to sort through.She wanted to clarify everything before telling him.But Carl was sharp and always caught onto the key points. “You think I’ll be in danger on the highway?”“Yes.” Amelia met his gaze directly.Carl looked into her eyes and laughed softly. “I’ll listen to everything you say.”That made Amelia’s expression shift slightly. “Then be careful of the people around you.”“Understood.” Carl tucked her long hair behind her ear. “Do you need my help with the Cromwell family? After all, I’ve lived in New York longer than you and know more than you do.”Amelia didn’t hesitate. “I do need you to set up a meeting with a designer.”“Who?” Carl asked.Amelia handed him a business card. “A foreign designer—Kogawa Takeda.”Carl’s expression darkened. “Another Kogawa family member?”“You know him? That makes things easier.” Amelia spoke casually. “He designed the Cromwell family’s old residence. I think he did a good job, so I want to ask a