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.

it had been so long, and I wasn't sure how to face you... especially with my

"Jonathan, since you've recognized her as Harriette, would you mind confirming her identity for everyone

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

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

She swayed slightly, dizziness

how did she become the Young family's eldest daughter?" someone in the crowd

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 even recalled the banquet where Oliver first

banquet, Grandpa didn't bring Anastasia, but

her identity, she instinctively replied that she was the

back then that Anastasia had attended the banquet on purpose

deliberately took over the identity that

after Jonathan confirmed that Harriette was indeed

down on her, making her feel

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

take her identity on purpose. Harriette was gone... I just

his voice laced with cold disbelief. "By taking her identity for

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

by stealing their identity?" one person

If she truly wanted to remember Harriette, she should've let

advantage of someone's disappearance to claim their identity.

Young. This was deliberate. After all,

the eldest daughter was well-mannered and had a close

one's back, what should we do with

accompanied

that..." she muttered, her voice

longer, she pushed her way through

Harriette, noticing her slightly furrowed brow and the unconcealed worry