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    Sylvia, watching Elena stand at the center of it all, felt an inexplicable wave of dread creeping over her. What was happening? Wasn’t Elena merely a servant for the Harper family? Why were Alexander, Jolie, and even the three Harper sons standing up for her? Since when was a mere housemaid treated with such reverence?


    Sylvia turned to Cecily. “Mom, didn’t you say Elena was just a servant? Why is the Harper family still backing her, despite everything we’ve said about her?”


    Cecily blinked, clearly unsettled. “She must have fooled them with sweet words. Maybe she even seduced Mr. Harper…”


    Cecily had her own suspicions but refused to voice them—or perhaps she was simply too terrified to face them.


    Seizing on the opportunity, Sylvia turned to Jolie and pressed. “Mrs. Harper, your trust seems to have been misced. With your husband being this protective of Elena, something must be going on between them…”


    Crash! Alexander hurled a teacup, shattering it on the floor, his face dark with fury. “ndering my daughter? Do you have a death wish?”


    Alexander’s words hit Sylvia like a bolt of lightning, leaving her frozen in disbelief. What? Daughter? Did Alexander just im Elena as his own flesh and blood? Impossible! Elena was supposed to be the child of impoverished farmers from some remote countryside. How could she possibly be the Harper family’s child…


    Sylvia had always taken pride in her supposedly superior background, unting it before Elena at every opportunity. Now, learning that Elena had left the Reed family only to be the daughter of one of the’s most powerful households felt like a dagger to the heart.


    “No… There must be some mistake! Elena… She can’t be…” Sylvia’s voice trembled with denial.


    Louis, known for his sharp wit in the entertainment world, sneered, “If Elena isn’t, are you? Do you even check your reflection before talking? No one in our family looks as hideous as you. Elena is gorgeous—she clearly belongs with us. You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a pathetic attention seeker.”


    With that, everyone took a good look at Elena. Her refined features, wless skin, and, most strikingly, the grace she carried—everything about her reflected the Harper bloodline.


    Sylvia, despite draping herself in expensive designer attire, looked utterly in inparison.


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    Even the servants couldn’t hide their contempt.


    Sylvia felt like she had plunged into an abyss. This was a disaster. What had she just said? She had used Elena of having an improper rtionship with Alexander, only to find out they were father and daughter.


    Panic filled Sylvia’s gaze as she turned to Cecily, whose face had gonepletely pale.


    Sylvia grabbed Cecily’s arm. “Mom, you told me Elena was just a servant! How did she end up being Mr. Harper’s daughter? What are we supposed to do now?”


    Cecily was at a loss. Her mind had gone nk.


    Seeing that her mother was no help, Sylvia swiftly changed her approach. “Elena, I had no idea you were truly Mr. Harper’s daughter. That’s amazing. The Reed family raised you for over twenty years… Now that you’ve found sess, surely you’ll repay us, right?”


    “That’s right!” Cecily quicklytched onto the idea as if grasping a lifeline. “We took care of you for over two decades. You owe us! The Harper family shouldpensate us for all those years!”


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