Debby’s return was a delightful surprise for the Ashbourne family!

As Debby’s biological mother, Suri was the most composed and dignified of the three ladies of the household. Over the years, few had ever seen her shed a tear. Seeing her daughter, she managed to keep her emotions in check, her eyes merely welling up.

But her stepmothers, Myra and Aviana, were far more emotional. They threw their arms around Debby, weeping uncontrollably. One might have mistaken Suri for the stepmother!

“Alright, alright! Have you two had enough?”

Emeric stood by, his handsome face twisted in complaint, “It’s my turn now!”

Everyone was speechless.

Reluctantly, Myra and Aviana let go.

Without missing a beat, Emeric rushed forward, embracing Debby tightly, crying even harder than the women, “Oh, my daughter! I’ve missed you so much! I thought you’d forgotten about me after getting married. You never came home to visit! You ungrateful girl!”

They were all speechless.

Seeing Emeric making a scene, Evadne, his other daughter, was mortified.

Thankfully, they were all family in the living room.

“Well, at least he didn’t embarrass us in public,” she thought, relieved.

“Dad, I never forgot about you. I’m here to see you now, aren’t I?”

Debby soothed her father, patting his back gently, “Darcy has been really busy recently. I’ve been helping with the election campaign. I only told him I was coming home after I boarded the plane. Dad, I’m not ungrateful. I’ve always been thinking of you. Don’t be angry, okay? I brought you a set of fine bone china. You’ll love it.” Everyone watched her, feeling sympathy for her.

Years ago, she had gone against her father’s wishes and married Darcy, a congressman who was ten years her senior. She had moved to a foreign land for love, seeing her family less often.

Little did they know, the Ashbourne’s daughter would shine brightly in another country. Aside from the Queen, she was the second most admired woman in Helgen, voted by the public.

Such a high social status was something even Evadne couldn’t match. It made her proud to have such an accomplished and influential sister.

“Where’s the gift? Where is it?” Emeric finally managed to hold back his tears, his curiosity piqued.

He was just like a child who stopped throwing a tantrum after being given a lollipop!

“I met your secretary when I arrived. I’ve already given him the gift, along with the jewelry for Myra.”

As she spoke, Debby looked at Myra gently, “Happy birthday, Myra.”

“The fact that you’re here is the best gift, Debby.” Myra’s eyes welled up again. She was always so emotional.

“What about your husband? Didn’t he send anything?” Emeric raised an eyebrow, still not satisfied.

“Emeric, that’s enough.”

Evadne rolled her eyes at her father’s insatiable curiosity. “You’ve got enough antiques and collectibles to start a museum. You won’t take them with What’s the point of having so many?”

you’re young! You don’t understand!”

If we were in ancient times, you’d be a

what would

her chin proudly, “I’d be Samuel Johnson, the famous critic and moralist, always keeping the corrupt in

the

our brother supposed to be here by now? What’s taking

“I’ll give him

a few hundred meters

Ferrari, talking on the phone via

you when

you

die.

more nonsense, I will officially cut ties with them! If they ever

light changed to green, and Camille,

Ferrari shot out like

of them were

“Ah! God!”

the black sedan. She slammed on the brakes, sparks flying from the tires as they skidded on the

driver also realized the danger and slammed on his brakes as well. The screeching sound

there was a

in the car as the airbags deployed,

shattered, not exploded. Otherwise, she might

must have had

face twisted with anger as she

pink Ferrari was now

Camille’s carefully styled hair was messed up,

sorry state, its hood lifted

of the car, coughing

drive? You saw my car coming

anger, knowing she was going to

dashing figure under his sleek black suit stopped her in her tracks. Her fan–girl syndrome kicked in, her mouth hung open, and her eyes sparkled as she stared

high nose, broad shoulders, narrow waist,

was a masterpiece! A real

towards her, her heart pounding in

Wait a minute!

seem so familiar? As if she had seen him

“Miss, 1 can drive.”

though I can drive, I can’t stop people from rushing to hit my car. You are going

hit you? It was you who hit me,

high heels stomping hard on the ground. “And why are you driving a black sedan in the middle of the night? It

his eyes filled with mockery, “Hmm, which law in our country states that you can’t drive at night? But the law does state

petite feet, clad in high heels, curled in

solid line when you turned.

the police to decide. But I don’t have

out his wallet, pulled out a business card, and handed it to her. “This has my phone number and

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