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.

she asked softly. "I didn't greet you because it had been so long, and I wasn't sure how to face you... especially with my voice..." she confessed, her words trailing

her as Harriette, would you mind confirming her identity for everyone

eyebrow slightly. "Indeed, she is Harriette the eldest daughter

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

smile spread across Harriette's face, while Anastasia visibly faltered. She swayed slightly, dizziness overcoming her as she

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

as the eldest daughter of the Young family. Her face, her presence it had been ingrained in their minds. Some people even recalled the banquet where Oliver first

"During that banquet, Grandpa didn't bring Anastasia,

person asked for her identity, she instinctively replied that

tone dripped with sarcasm. He had suspected back then that Anastasia had attended the banquet on purpose and taken on an identity that wasn't

deliberately took over the identity that rightfully belonged

confirmed that Harriette was indeed the eldest daughter of

crowd bore down on her, making her feel

strength she had left to speak up, even if her words felt

Harriette was gone... I

repeated, his voice laced with

tried to explain, but the growing murmur of the crowd drowned out

honor someone by stealing

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

really crossed the line here-taking advantage of someone's disappearance to claim their identity.

deliberate. After all,

heard that the eldest daughter was well-mannered and had a

real one's back, what should we do with the

voices grew louder, each comment accompanied by piercing

not like that..."

crushing judgment any longer, she pushed her way through the

noticing her slightly furrowed brow and