Remington's gaze was heavy, Eileen was posing as the real Stella, and currently, only four people were aware of this. Himself, Martin, Eileen, and Lizetta. But where did Emma get her information?

"Come on, spill it! Who told you? Whoever did has a lot to answer for!" Martin was livid.

Remington had an imposing presence, and Emma was visibly frightened, speaking in a panicked tone.

"Last night, someone slipped a letter through my front door; it's written in the letter."

The West family was dwindling, with hardly any relatives left. Her son was Barbara's only nephew, who had been diligently caring for her by her bedside.

If Stella was a fake, then her son's inheritance was secured. It was natural for mother and son to be unable to keep this under wraps.

"Show me the letter," frowning, Martin reached out his hand.

However, at that moment, the doctors finished their emergency intervention. Martin and Remington couldn't continue their interrogation, turning their attention to the doctors.

hand, and clasped

anything bad to happen to Barbara, even though Barbara

she mustn't be subjected to such severe

looking relieved, announcing good news. After the doctor left, they

you feeling? I'm sorry, the truth about Stella. I lied to you," Martin leaned in, holding Barbara's hand, his voice heavy with

ordeal, had no strength left to speak, only managing to emit a weak

her words, and then immediately turned to

"Evelina, come here."

But that was for the best, the old lady valued her condition, securing Evelina's place in the West family. Evelina walked past Lizetta, deliberately bumping into her arm. Lizetta shifted slightly, watching Evelina approach the bed with

and now, Evelina had taken her place by Barbara's side. It was clear that peaceful days would be even harder

It's not out of

your grandchild is still here. I promise to take good care of him, and you must also stay strong, waiting for your grandson to

she

what you

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