Chapter 3
The driver identally got his suit dirty while checking the car. When he saw the folks from the Murphy
familying out of the mansion, he hurriedly pulled out a few gift boxes from the trunk.
These were specifically instructed by the mister to be handed to the Murphys. Unfortunately, a previous
tailgating incident resulted in a few of the gift boxes getting squashed, making them look rather
unappealing.-
“I reckon you’re Mr. Murphy?” The driver approached Attlee and offered the boxes politely, “These are
a token from the youngdy’s parents. They insist you ept them.”
“You’re too kind…” Attlee hastily declined. “Be has been great with us over the years, these gifts…”
“We don’t need your gifts! Just take her home, her family is waiting for her!” Olga interrupted them and
without giving Aiden a second nce, she walked back into the house.
She thought to herself, “With such shabby gift boxes, there can’t be anything good inside. She certainly
doesn’t want other people’s trash.”
Ynda suppressed a sarcastic smile, following Olga. Her face was filled with an air of superiority as if
she had just won a war. She never realized that Arabe’s biological family was in such a poor state,
but she was secretly pleased.
The Murphys’ maids looked at them with scorn, contempt, or pity, and they all went back inside. Only
Attlee remained standing there, somewhat embarrassed, “Well, have a safe journey… I won’t ept
these gifts. Let’s just say I’ve sent them back to your masters. Consider it a small token from me…”
“But…” The driver was at a loss. The mister had specifically told him to make sure the Murphys
epted the gifts. But what Attlee meant was that Arabe was no longer part of the Murphy family. If
she went to her biological parents’ house, she would have nothing to do with the Murphys.
“Mr. Murphy, please ept these gifts. Mr. Murphy?”
The driver initially wanted to say that the boxes contained deeds to several vis, keys to several
shops, a bank card loaded with a billion dors, and rare medicinal herbs that you couldn’t buy
anywhere. But as he watched Attlee walk into the house, the driver paused, puzzled. It seemed like
none of them actually liked Ms. Bet. Was it all in his head?
Arabe casually fixed the car door back in ce, “Let’s go.”
Watching her get into the car, Aiden was taken aback. Did Ms. Bet just fix that door by herself?
How did she do that?
On the road, Arabe casually looked out the window, her pretty face giving off a pleasing aura.
The driver asionally nced at her through the rear-view mirror, the more he looked, the more she
reminded him of madam when she was young. Every move she made radiated beauty.
“Aren’t we going to Willow Creek?” Arabe suddenly asked, her gaze falling on the driver.
“Willow Creek?” The driver snapped back to reality, “Oh… that’s the mister’s hometown. Your home is
in Summerfield.”
Summerfield, the most economically developed city in the country.
The city was divided into four districts: East, West, South, and North, with the North being the least
developed.
There were four counties in the North: Misty Hollow, Lavender Hill, Golden Fields, and Seraphim
Haven, with Seraphim being the least developed.
Below Seraphim Haven were four towns: Sapphire City, Emerald City, Golden City, and Tranquil City.
Attlee was the richest man in Tranquil City. After umting his wealth over a long time, Attlee finally
moved from a third-tier city to Summerfield this year. He became the richest man in Tranquil City, the
least developed ce in Summerfield.
Compared to wealthier areas, his wealth might have seemed insignificant, butpared to other
poorer areas, he was pretty wealthy.
His personal wealth had exceeded ten million dors, which was why his wife Olga was so arrogant
and looked down on others.
After Ynda walked into the room, she unintentionally nced out the window. What she saw left her
inplete shock. “Mom, their car…”
“What about it?” Olga followed her gaze, then nonchntly said, “Yoli, I’m telling you, from now on, you
and Arabe have nothing to do with each other! You can’t treat her like your sister anymore, you need
to delete and block all her contact info. Even if she tries to borrow money from you through other
means, you can’t lend her any, got it?”
“No… Mom. What I meant was, the license te of that car, seems like it’s from our city. It looks like
the te number starts with S-A… followed by five 1’s?”
In Summerfield, such a te number was quite noticeable!
Since the car was parked in front of their mansion, Olga only saw the side of the car and not the license
te. But hearing Ynda’s description, she justughed, thinking her daughter was too naive.
“Yoli, you gotta know, in our town, anyone with a license te that has five of the same numbers is a
big shot! Arabe’s family lives in Willow Creek, you must’ve got it twisted!”
Olga thought to herself, “Even their car tes are nothing special… How could Arabe’s family
possibly get such a good number?”
“Unless they live in Reflections Vi!” Olga scoffed.
Reflections Vi was the most famous, most expensive, prime residential area in Summerfield, located
right in the center of the city, where thend price was sky-high!
In the Rolls Royce, the driver spoke respectfully, “Ms. Bet, we’re still 20 kilometers away from your
home-Reflections Vi. If you’re tired, feel free to take a break.”
Arabe was surprised to hear this, thinking, “My home is in Reflections Vi? In the priciest vi area
in Summerfield?”
“Can we swing by Hope Hospital?”
Hope Hospital was the city hospital, boasting the best medical resources, and not far from Reflections
Vi.
“Ms. Bet, are you feeling unwell?” The driver asked anxiously, “I’ll speed up…”
“I want to visit the Murphy family’s grandma.”
In the Murphy family, only Grace Murphy had been genuinely kind to Arabe. Since learning that
Arabe wasn’t her biological grandchild, Grace fell ill and was hospitalized.
Aiden didn’t expect her to be such a dutiful child, so he agreed to her request, and his impression of
her improved considerably.
Ten minutester.
Aiden parked the car at the entrance of Hope Hospital. Arabe whispered to him, “Please wait for me
nearby.”
“Sure,” Aiden replied.
In room 301 of Hope Hospital’s inpatient department, a frail olddy with white hair was lying there.
Because of her long-term illness, her face looked gaunt, and her figure was skinny.
When Arabe walked in, the olddy was still in a deep sleep, her eyes tightly closed, her face
expressionless. The wrinkles on her brow made her look even more weather-beaten.
Arabe walked softly to the bedside, a bitter feeling slowly spreading in her heart. When did the once
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energetic olddy be like this?
“Be.” The young doctor checking in on the patients looked up at her, then busied himself with some
notes, “You’re right on time, we wanted to talk to you.”
He put down his pen, lifted his handsome face, and his attractive eyes stared straight at her.
“As you know, none of the current heart disease treatments are working for the olddy, we used to
increase the dosage to prolong the effects, but now even that doesn’t work anymore.”
“You know better than anyone when a person’s heart fails at the end stage of an illness, it’s like the
heart’s function has degraded to the point of no return. It’s actually a miracle she’s made it this far…”