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    She couldn’t stomach it.


    “Enough, Mom. I’m not asking,” she said tly.


    But as much as she hated to admit it, a tiny voice inside whispered that Keira wasn’tpletely wrong. The guests had indeed brought the gifts for her.


    Keira tapped Sandra’s forehead with a finger. “Those gifts are yours by right. What is so wrong with iming what’s yours? If you’re too timid to open your mouth, don’t cryter when they treat you like a doormat. Mark my words—unless you demand them, you won’t see so much as a ribbon from that mountain of presents.”


    Her eyes then narrowed, her true intent shining through. “And the cards and checks they slipped you… can you really get the money?”


    She believed that was the most important matter.


    Sandra had expected Keira to bring up the matter sooner orter, but she wasn’t about to let her mother find out about therge sum she was holding onto, nor did she want her mother to get the impression that the Harper family was being miserly.


    She already had her reply ready. Resolutely, she said to Keira, “Don’t even consider essing those funds. They’re tied up in investments. I’m left with just a small amount, hardly enough for my own needs.”


    Keira doubted her daughter’s im. How could Sandra have invested all that money in a single day? That sounded off. To her, it was clear her daughter was deliberately keeping the money from her.


    The thought made her blood boil. How could Sandra, her own flesh and blood, treat her this way?


    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Keira snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. “You’ve got so much money, and you can’t spare a little for me? What, you think I’m out to bleed you dry? I really raised you for nothing!”


    She red at Sandra in the hope she would at least give her some pocket money.


    But Sandra sat stone-faced, unwilling to bend.


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    That stubbornness stung Keira, who saw it as proof her daughter had no respect or care for her.


    The room sank into a heavy silence until Keira couldn’t take it anymore. “Come on, just give me some money! That’s all I’m asking!”


    Sandra turned to her with a cold, unyielding look. “You know exactly why I won’t. The moment I hand you money, you gamble it away. I told you before—I’ll cover your necessities, but that’s it. If you need something, I’ll buy it for you. The money stays with me.”


    Keira’s lips twisted into a pout. “I’ve sworn a thousand times I’m done with gambling. I’ll be careful with money now, I promise…”


    She tried to defend herself, but Sandra didn’t believe her; she didn’t even reveal her ount bnce.


    Later, back at the Harper family estate, Sandra had nned to ask Julia about the gifts from the banquet. But Julia approached her first. “Miss Harper, all the gifts from yesterday have been sent to your room. There’s a mountain of them—would you like me to help unpack them?”


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