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    Milton stiffened, clearly taken aback. “You don’t want to meet our father?” Then something shifted in his expression. The confusion melted into understanding, and he gave her a small, patient smile. “Of course, you’re overwhelmed. Who wouldn’t be? This is a lot. It’s okay to be unsure. Look, we’ll clear everything up the moment we get home. The Campbells have their own medical team. We can run a DNA test right away. Concrete proof. No more guesswork. How does that sound?”


    But Elliana didn’t need a test. Deep down, she already knew. Milton was her brother, and Arthur was her father. There was no question of belief, only of eptance. And she wasn’t ready to offer that. She didn’t want to reconnect with them. What good was DNA proof if she had no intention of answering to it? Blood didn’t automatically bind. Not in the ways that mattered.


    The real question was, what did they want from her? Families like the Campbells always carried whispers of secrets, of sins buried beneath silk and gold. The darker the name, the deeper the rot beneath the surface. Why had Arthur hunted a woman who had already given him a son and carried his daughter? And why now, after decades of silence, were they looking for her? What was their endgame?


    A cold, bitterugh burst from Elliana’s throat, sharp and jagged. “I’ve been alone for years,” she said, each wordced with acid. “I’ve survived things you couldn’t begin to imagine. And through it all, not once did any of youe for me. And now you show up out of nowhere, all smiles and ‘Let me take you home,’ like it’s some fairy tale reunion? What is it you really want? nning to carve out my heart? Harvest a kidney? Sell me off to some sick billionaire freak show? Because that makes more sense than sudden, sentimental family ties. Arthur must be dying. And now, they remembered me. You haven’te to wee me home. You’vee to harvest me.”


    Her words struck Milton like a physical blow, extinguishing the joy that had lit his face moments before. “Lh, what are you talking about?” His voice cracked under the weight of her fury.<fn476c> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find★Novel</fn476c>


    usation. He stared at her, stunned, as if seeing a stranger in her ce. “Why would we ever want your heart? Your kidneys? Why would you even think something so grotesque?”


    Then he paused. His expression softened, but what reced the shock was worse: grief. “You said you’ve been alone. That you’ve suffered.” His voice dropped, hushed now. “What do you mean, Lh? Wasn’t Mom with you all these years?”


    Since Elliana had adopted her new identity as Lh, the daughter of an overseas tycoon, Milton had built a picture of opulence around her. In his mind, their mother had left the Campbell family only to flourish in secrecy, shielding Elliana within a private empire far from harm. Not once had he imagined Elliana’s life marked by istion and pain. The notion struck him like a punch to the gut.


    What could have possibly gone so wrong? His chest tightened as his thoughts spiraled. For years, Milton, along with his father, had scoured every corner, driven by a desperate need to protect his mother and sister from any suffering. The moment heid eyes on Lh, polished and livingfortably, he had felt a surge of peace, a long-awaited answer to countless prayers. But now, that fragile peacey in ruins. The idea that Lh and their mother had been suffering all along, while he was clinging to the fantasy of their safety, left a hollow weight pressing against his ribs. Self-reproach curled around his sorrow like a noose.


    But Elliana had no clue of his thoughts. She studied him with unreadable eyes, her expression hard as stone. “Do you remember anything about your mother?”


    “Of course I do,” Milton answered softly, a flicker of hurt in his gaze. “How could I possibly forget her?”


    Elliana let out a bitterugh. “So you remember her, but not enough to hate the man who hunted her like prey? Seems to me you and your father get along just fine. If that’s the kind of son you turned out to be, maybe she should have saved herself the agony of bringing you into this world.”


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