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.

huh?" 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,

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

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

clear-Anastasia was not the true eldest daughter of the Young family. No

while Anastasia visibly faltered. She swayed slightly, dizziness overcoming her as she

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

all, for as 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 even recalled the banquet where Oliver first introduced Anastasia to

that banquet, Grandpa didn't bring Anastasia, but

and when that person asked for her identity, she instinctively replied that she was the eldest

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

accusation. "She deliberately took over the identity that rightfully

protested, but after Jonathan confirmed that Harriette was indeed

bore down on her, making her feel even

she had left to speak up, even

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

Miles repeated, his voice laced with cold

explain, but the growing murmur of the crowd drowned out her

by stealing their

remember Harriette, she should've let everyone know she existed in

of someone's disappearance to claim their identity. How is that different from someone

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

was well-mannered and had a

the real one's back, what should

each comment accompanied by piercing stares that disintegrated Anastasia's

like that..." she muttered, her voice

to face the crushing judgment any longer, she pushed her way

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