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"Didn't the doctor say Mom should complete the full three-year treatment?" Abby asked.Zane Cromwell chuckled. "Your mom misses you terribly. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately and just wants to see you. Besides, how could we miss our little sunshine’s birthday?"Seeing Abby always improved his wife’s condition—it wasn’t without reason.Fate could be strange like that.Even their birth dates were exactly the same as Amelia’s.Looking at the face that resembled his wife’s so much, Zane's tone softened. "Abby, I’ve heard about what’s been happening in New York lately. I’ll have a proper talk with your grandfather. No matter what, we can’t let an outsider make our own child suffer.""Dad, you’ve misunderstood Grandpa," Abby smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, it was Aunt Ashford who’s been with me for so long that she couldn't stand seeing me mistreated. She was rude to the little doctor Grandpa trusts. Grandpa teaching me a lesson was only fair."She hesitated for a moment before adding wor

“It’s really not an exaggeration!” Henry, a natural intelligence gatherer and an avid gossip enthusiast, sighed. “The the Cromwell family is insanely rich, but honestly, boss, it’s a good thing you turned out to be their long-lost daughter. If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t last a day in that place—it’s practically a dragon’s den.”Amelia’s voice was indifferent. “Enough about that. How’s the investigation going?”“Mr. Whitlock from LA—his family has been in the antique business for three generations.” Henry’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “That’s his public identity, of course. But in reality, his grandfather was likely part of the Southern Tomb Raiders. Word is, he went on several expeditions back in the day. By the time the business passed down to Dale Ayesa, the family had completely transformed into high-profile antique dealers. They’re known for handling artifacts that others wouldn’t dare touch. Over the years, their business expanded internationally, and now, all the maj

Mr. Cromwell made no effort to hide his thoughts and burst into hearty laughter. “Amelia, come here! Look what Grandpa has prepared for you. These diced meat buns—you used to love them when you were little! As for your brothers, they’re thick-skinned and have their own careers. Now that they know you’ve been found, they’re overjoyed! Do you really think they’d fight their youngest sister over anything? That would be disgraceful.”“I can vouch for that—Mr. Cromwell is telling the truth.” Secretary Frank spoke up at just the right moment. “Benjamin woke up and insisted on seeing Miss Amelia. If the doctors hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve pulled out his IV and come running.”Mr. Cromwell nodded. “Your Fifth Brother would probably be the first to support me in handing the company to you. When you were little, he loved carrying you around everywhere. And your Sixth Brother—he’s still out there filming, saving up for your dowry.”“Grandpa.” Amelia listened to the old man’s words and handed

Cromwell the boss: Hold a meeting. Solve it yourself.Cromwell the racer: Second Brother is in your entertainment industry. Ask him.Cromwell the actor: I’m busy. Ask Fourth Brother.Cromwell the lawyer: My fees are expensive.Cromwell the star: …Cromwell the lawyer: Why don’t you ask your company? You think the Jenkins family will just watch you get slandered?Cromwell the actor: His company can’t help him. His acting is unbearable.Cromwell the racer: Ah, I get it now. Little Brother, if it doesn’t work out, just come home and inherit the family business.Cromwell the boss: I support this.Cromwell the star: Ha! Never happening! Don’t even think about it! Make Fifth Brother come back instead—his job is way too dangerous!Cromwell the lawyer: Fifth Brother rarely checks his phone. He’s probably on a mission again.Cromwell the racer: Let’s offer 1 million to the rival company to force Little Brother back home.Cromwell the boss: Make it 5 million.Cromwell the "Invisible": @everyone

The man's porcelain-white fingers paused slightly.Amelia leaned closer to his face, her black-and-white eyes clear and sharp, her voice crisp. "I've known you for so long. Back when I first met you in the hospital, I assumed your surname was Cromwell.""Thinking back now, something doesn’t add up.""You can make my eldest brother listen to you, and Mr. Hart personally accompanied you to the hospital.""That’s not something only the Cromwell family could do.""The Jenkins family could do it even more easily."Her gaze dropped to his wrist. "You always wear those calming prayer beads. I should’ve realized who you were much earlier."The man held onto her gently, letting out a soft cough. His lips were pale. "I thought I could keep it from you. I'm sorry."His face was strikingly handsome. Without glasses, he looked both harmless and refined. But when the wind touched him, he carried a forbidden, untouchable beauty. "I didn’t expect you’d still figure it out.""Carl." The man’s smile wa