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    “I can’t talk any longer—I need to catch my flight.” With a cheerful heart, Keira ended the call.


    Sandra clutched her phone, seething with frustration. She could already picture Keira, swept away by her gambling obsession, drowning in a sea of debts she could never repay.


    Desperate, Sandra dialed again, and Keira picked up almost instantly. “Mom, don’t go!” Sandra said, her voice sharp with urgency. “If you step foot in that casino and lose everything, don’te running to me for help. I won’t give you a dime!”


    Keira, unfazed, let out a carefree chuckle. “Oh, Sandra, I’m on a winning streak! My luck has been goldentely, and I’m certain I’ll return with a fortune tost a lifetime. I don’t need your money.”<fn6421> Th?s chapter is updated by Find★Novel</fn6421>


    Sandra’s hands trembled with rage as the faint sound of an airport announcement echoed on Keira’s end, urging passengers to board.


    “Don’t boast too soon!” she snapped. “If you end up broke and buried in debt, don’t expect me to help you. I won’t pay a cent of your gambling losses!”


    Keira’s tone turned icy. “You ungrateful brat! After all I’ve done, pouring my heart and soul into raising you, giving you every opportunity to seed, how can you be so cold? Do you even realize how much I’ve sacrificed for you?” With that, she hung up, turning to her friend, Corinna Chadwick, with a huff,ining about Sandra.


    Corinna, ever the loyalpanion, offered a warm smile. “Keira, we’ve been friends for ages, and I’ve always admired your bold spirit. When you set your mind to something, you charge forward. Don’t mind Sandra. With the lucky streak you’re on, you’re bound to hit the jackpot. Once you’re rolling in riches, your daughter wille to you with an apology.”


    Sandra tried calling again, but Keira’s phone was already switched off. Even if she raced to the airport now, she knew it would still be toote to stop her mother.


    The next morning, Brenna was riding to work with Ethan when she spotted a familiar figure at the entrance to their upscale residentialplex.


    It was Ruby, d in a drab gray tracksuit. Her hair was a tangled, silver mess, and her shoulders slumped with defeat as she pleaded with a security guard. “Please, let me in,” she begged, her voice trembling. “My daughter lives here. I’m penniless and homeless. If she doesn’t help me, I’ll starve to death.”


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    The security guard eyed Ruby with contempt. Her cheap, threadbare clothes—worth less than a hundred dors—stood out starkly against the opulence of BayJiew Apartments.


    “Get lost!” he barked. “This ce is for the elite. The people who live here would never have a rtive like you! If you were here to scavenge trash, I might believe you. But looking for your daughter? That is augh! If your daughter were rich, would you be in this sorry state?” With a harsh shove, he pushed her away.


    “I used to have wealth!” she eximed, her voice breaking. “But my family fell apart. My adopted daughter, Brenna Harper, lives here.”


    The security guard wasn’t moved. Dragging Ruby away, he sneered, “Get out, or I’m calling the cops!”


    Ruby copsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. “My son got hooked on drugs and sold my house,” she sobbed. “I have nowhere left to go now. Please…”


    No matter how desperately she pleaded, the security guard refused to relent, already reaching for his phone to summon the police.


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