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?”

don’t understand!” Emeric

laughed, “You’re just greedy. If we were in ancient times,

would you

Samuel Johnson, the famous critic and

in the room

our brother supposed to be here by

“I’ll

hundred meters away from

pink Ferrari, talking on the phone

you when

you

die.

nonsense, I will officially cut ties with them! If they ever want to hold a show in

changed to green, and Camille, still fuming,

like a pink

a discreet Mercedes E–Class came speeding from the opposite direction. Both of them

“Ah! God!”

She slammed on the brakes, sparks flying from

Mercedes driver also realized the danger and slammed on his brakes

was a crash!

as the airbags

the windshield only shattered, not exploded. Otherwise, she

must have had

opened the car door, rubbing her neck, her face

pink Ferrari was now a

Camille’s carefully styled hair was messed up, but she didn’t care, she was

Mercedes was also in a sorry state,

stepped out of the car, coughing

car coming and you still drove

she was going to

sleek black suit stopped her in her tracks. Her fan–girl syndrome kicked in, her mouth hung open, and

nose, broad shoulders, narrow waist,

was a masterpiece! A

Arnold walked towards her, her

Wait a minute!

so familiar? As if she had seen

“Miss, 1 can drive.”

I can drive, I can’t stop people from rushing

you? It

bulged out, her sharp high heels stomping hard on the ground. “And why are you driving a black sedan in the middle of the night? It scared the hell out of

in our country states that you can’t drive at night? But

feet, clad in high heels, curled

line

or not, that’s for the police to decide. But I don’t have

to her. “This has my phone number and office address

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