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.

recognized me back then, huh?" she asked softly. "I didn't greet you because it had been so long, and I wasn't sure how to face

you've recognized her as Harriette, would you mind confirming

gaze, and after a brief pause, he raised his eyebrow slightly. "Indeed, she is Harriette the eldest daughter of the Young family once known

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

spread across Harriette's face, while Anastasia visibly faltered. She swayed

Young family's eldest daughter?" someone in the crowd

long as they had known, Anastasia had always been presented as the eldest daughter of the Young family. Her face, her presence it had been ingrained in their minds. Some people

explaining, "During that banquet, Grandpa didn't bring Anastasia, but she appeared at

she saved someone's life, and when that person asked for her 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 wasn't

gaze hardened as he delivered his accusation. "She deliberately took over

wasn't like that!" Anastasia instinctively protested, but after Jonathan confirmed that Harriette was indeed the eldest daughter of the

bore down on her,

she mustered what little strength she had left to speak up, even if

her identity on purpose. Harriette was gone...

his voice laced with cold disbelief.

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

someone by stealing their

remember Harriette, she should've let

their identity. How is that different from someone

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

daughter was well-mannered and had a close

one's back, what should we

voices grew louder, each comment accompanied by piercing stares that disintegrated Anastasia's

not like that..." she

crushing judgment any longer, she pushed her way through the

noticing her slightly