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    Conveniently, Litzy failed to mention that Ellie had already paid for Cecelia’s recent medical bills and arranged for Theo’s surgical intervention.


    Ellie read between the lines of Litzy’s plea.


    They were after her money!


    The Gordon family’s finances had been tighttely, forcing Litzy to be frugal.


    “Do you intend to keep Grandma here instead of a nursing facility?” Ellie inquired directly.


    “Yes,” Litzy confirmed, though her expression soured.


    Family gossip had pressured Litzy and Houston into bringing Cecelia home.


    “How much do you need?” Ellie asked, not one for subtleties.


    Litzy’s face lit up. “I hear you’vended a deal with GT Group. We won’t press you too hard. Just a million for Cecelia’s care should suffice.”


    Ellie was previously taken aback by the audacity of Demi’s “mere two billion”ment.


    Now, it seemed that audacity was a family trait!


    As Ellie remained silent, Demi sneered. “Maybe Ellie doesn’t have that kind of cash. Her earnings can’t possiblypete with one of my photo shoots. All those years of upbringing seem wasted.”


    At this, Houston furiously tossed his fork and stormed off.


    He couldn’t stand the sight of such a failure!


    Litzy persisted, “If youck funds, surely your partner has some. Ellie, this is about your grandmother’s well-being. Consider it carefully.”


    “I’ll provide the funds,” Ellie responded. “But I have one condition.”


    “What is it?”


    “That silver ne Demi wore when she returned, I want it.”


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    Demi had unted a silver ne, initially believed to be a Gordon family heirloom. However, it turned out to be unrted.


    “It’s just a ne, take it!” Demi dismissed, waving her hand. She found the essory distasteful, regardless of its material.


    “And clear out your belongings while you’re at it,” Litzy added, eager to repurpose Ellie’s room.


    After the meal, Ellie ascended to her old room to gather her things. It was once filled with dresses and jewelry, tokens from influential acquaintances. Now, all that held any worth had vanished.


    The dresses had been destroyed by her own hands.


    The jewelry and other presents had fallen into Demi’s clutches.


    “Ellie, don’t even think about taking what’s not yours.” Demi leaned casually against the doorway, eyeing Ellie’s every move.


    Ellie packed lightly; a small kraft-paper box sufficed for her few possessions.


    Cecelia, unwell, had already retreated to sleep.


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