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    Sylvia struggled, but the grip was unyielding.


    With dramatic ir, the woman brandished a family photograph. “Look at this, you ungrateful child! Let everyone judge. We sacrificed everything for you—even starved ourselves so you could attend school. Now, after climbing into wealth, you tricked us into moving to a remote ce and stole our life savings. We nearly ended up homeless! We demand repayment today. Return our money and pay for twenty-three years of raising you. We only ask for fifty thousand—no less!”


    The crowd buzzed with disbelief as they absorbed the tale of the Reed family’s prodigal daughter’s ingratitude.


    Despite being raised with care, Sylvia showed no gratitude; instead, she cruelly took their savings and isted them. Her outwardly gentle demeanor hid ruthless actions.


    An onlooker remarked, “What goes around,es around. Yesterday, the Reeds tried to extort the Harpers using family ties, and today their own past catches up with them. Such malice in someone so young—she truly is a Reed, utterly corrupted.”


    “Karma is real. The Reeds chased Elena for money, and now they are the ones being pursued for their debts.”


    Darren arrived holding the token of his engagement, ready to sever ties, only to be confronted by the couple who had raised Sylvia, demanding repayment for the years they had cared for her.


    Tears streamed down Sylvia’s face as she tried to cling to Darren, but he skillfully avoided her, his expression unreadable.


    Too devastated to summon anger, Sylvia whispered, “Darren, please… help me. They’re tormenting me.”


    The man who had raised Sylvia, his gaze sharp as a butcher’s knife, took in Darren’s tailored suit and Sylvia’s desperate dependence on him. Beforeing here, he had heard the rumors—Sylvia had reunited with her wealthy biological parents and secured a fiancé who was the richest man in Foiclens. If the whispers were true, this man before him was Sylvia’s fiancé.


    His voice rough andden with greed, he said, “You must be Sylvia’s husband. We are the ones who raised her. That ungrateful girl stole from us, and you need to pay us back.”


    The couple who had raised Sylvia, once hardworkingborers, had saved every penny to clothe her, each stitch a testament to their sacrifice. Yet, all their savings had vanished—stolen by Sylvia—leaving them destitute, their clothes hanging like tattered gs of misery.


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    To Darren, the couple were nothing more than beggars wrapped in their own misfortune. His voice dripped with contempt. “I have no ties to her. If you want money, take it up with the Reed family.”


    Sylvia shook her head, tears glistening as they traced down her cheeks. “Darren, you can’t just abandon me. I love you more than anything.”


    Once, Darren would have rushed tofort Sylvia at the sound of her sobs. But now, her cries grated on his nerves like nails on ss. He pulled the engagement ring from his pocket, his voice cold as steel. “Stop saying you love me. Your so-called love disgusts me. I’m here to sever all ties. Take your ring. From this moment, our families are strangers.”


    Sylvia gasped, her knees trembling beneath her. Panic surged through her like a rising tide. “Darren, how can you be so cruel? I just lost our child, and now you want to throw me away like I’m nothing?”


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