Claire clutched at the hem of Cecil's jeans, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Cecil, let's just leave Ms. Thorne and her family alone, okay? Emmett has already given us a whole lot of cash. We should stop pestering them, please..."

Cecil scoffed, a coldness in his voice. Gone were the days when a million dollars seemed like a fortune to him. Ever since he found out about Tarquin and Elysia's real status, that money felt like mere pocket change.

"That kid has my blood running through his veins. His miserable life is only possible because of me. You think this little amount of money is gonna cut it? No way! I'm gonna be on his case for life. He owes me big time!"

What he wanted wasn't just a million dollars. He was after a lifetime of luxury and prestige.

"Cecil, Emmett is still so young, he..."

Cecil's face darkened, silencing her with a glare.

Then, his gaze landed on a set of design sketches by Maria's bedside, sparking his curiosity.

"Who drew these?"

he might destroy them, quickly

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to give something back. So, he designed two outfits for her. Before leaving

a man far from refined tastes or any understanding of art, failed to recognize the sketches' value. Squinting, he took a

brother designed for her only makes her miss him more. When will the heavens allow

garner sympathy, stirring up more online hatred against Elysia

design experts began praising the sketches, astounded that a child could create such wonders. Industry giants proclaimed that if these were truly the work of a five-year-old, the kid was a prodigy destined to revolutionize

brands were sharing

predicting he'd become

was silver, his skin impeccably cared for, exuding

right down to the trendy beads

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his desk, he scrutinized Emmett's sketches intently before turning

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