Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 525 The Real Eldest Daughter

Miles' voice was steady as he continued, "Grandpa adored Harriette, both publicly and privately. She had always been the true eldest daughter of the Young family. If you need proof, there's someone here who can confirm it." "Who?" someone in the crowd asked.

Miles' gaze landed on a figure in the corner of the room, drawing everyone's attention to the person he was looking at. A murmur of recognition swept through the crowd.

"Mr. Finch?" Indeed, the man standing before them was none other than Jonathan.

Then, realization dawned on them. "That's right! Ms. Young and Mr. Finch were childhood sweethearts. If anyone could vouch for Ms. Young's identity, it would be him." However, the crowd wondered if Jonathan would be willing to involve himself in this delicate matter.

At that moment, Jonathan appeared uninterested, his attention seemingly fixed on the ring he was absentmindedly toying with. His indifference was palpable, dimming Harriette's hopeful gaze.

Upon seeing this, Anastasia felt a glimmer of hope. Despite her earlier misstep with Jonathan, she silently prayed that he would remain a passive observer in the Young family's affairs.

Just as Miles was about to call out to Jonathan, Harriette's raspy voice cut through the tension first. "Jonathan, it's been a while."

Her smile was a blend of hope and apprehension as she addressed him. Harriette yearned to capture his attention, yet feared what he might see or see through.

Nonetheless, given their history as childhood sweethearts, she thought it was only appropriate for her to greet him.

Her voice hung in the air, and the room seemed to hold its breath as silence enveloped them. Jonathan didn't respond immediately, making the silence stretch out uncomfortably. Finally, Miles' patience wore thin. "Jonathan, Etta is back!"

This statement seemed to stir Jonathan from his reverie. His eyelids fluttered as he glanced at Miles before turning his gaze to Harriette.

"She's back? But didn't we cross paths recently?" he questioned, his tone slightly puzzled.

Seemingly afraid of being misunderstood, he hurriedly explained, "After the Finch and Maize family's wedding the other day, I bumped into someone. Wasn't that you? Why did you just run away without even saying hello?"

Harriette was caught off guard when Jonathan openly mentioned what had happened that day, but she quickly regained her composure, her smile brightening with a hint of joy.

and I wasn't sure

her distress, Miles quickly interjected, "Jonathan, since you've recognized her

slightly. "Indeed, she is Harriette the eldest daughter of the Young family once known

hung heavy in the air, and the implication was clear-Anastasia was not the true eldest daughter

Harriette's face, while Anastasia visibly faltered. She swayed slightly, dizziness overcoming her as she stammered, "No... that's not

family's eldest daughter?" someone in the crowd muttered,

Her face, her presence it had been ingrained in their minds. Some people even recalled the banquet where Oliver first introduced Anastasia to the public

explaining, "During that banquet, Grandpa didn't

identity, she instinctively replied that she was the eldest daughter

had suspected back then that Anastasia had attended the banquet on purpose and taken on an identity that

deliberately took over the identity that

Anastasia instinctively protested, but after Jonathan confirmed that Harriette was indeed the eldest daughter of the Young family,

glances from the crowd bore down on her, making her feel

she had left to speak

Harriette was gone... I just wanted to honor

laced with cold disbelief. "By taking her identity

meant..." Anastasia tried to explain, but the growing

honor someone by

to remember Harriette, she should've let everyone know she existed in the first place,"

their identity. How is that different from

Mr. Young. This was deliberate. After all, when the real eldest

daughter was well-mannered and had a

one's back, what should we

louder, each comment accompanied by piercing stares

not like that..." she muttered,

face the crushing judgment any longer, she pushed her way through the crowd and

crowd turned their attention to Harriette, noticing her slightly furrowed brow and the unconcealed worry on