The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 269

Chapter 269 The Blackmail Album

Sierra froze for a second–then burst out laughing.

She couldn’t help it.

She thought Johnathan stopped her because he had some typical embarrassing baby photos, maybe wearing a dress or something. Most parents love doing that. Technically, it was a dress…. but Johnathan went all out. He was dressed like a flower fairy, rainbow–colored hair, glitter–covered wand in hand, mid–transformation pose and all.

If she hadn’t seen it for herself, she wouldn’t have believed it.

Johnathan looked like he wanted to disappear. He hadn’t been back in years–he’d totally forgotten about these blackmail- level moments.

“Can I keep going?” Sierra asked, still grinning, eyes full of mischief.

“Yeah, whatever,” he sighed. “Might as well.”

She kept flipping.

There were baby pictures, toddler tantrums, every costume you could think of–superheroes, cartoon characters, more magical girls.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

Sierra saw it. At first, he was just a kid, wild and happy. But by the last few pages, especially his eighth birthday, he didn’t look like a kid anymore. His smile was gone. He looked… still. Like someone who had to grow up too fast.

And that was the last photo with his mom.

single picture of

learn a lot from one

closed it and smiled gently. “Your

“Yeah.”

He’d never doubted that.

A

then, he didn’t know she was sick. All he knew was that she was always there. Later, he found out she used up all her clarity for him. Every time she had

control in front of him, he’d been terrified. When she

her arms around

ruin you. Let

she meant. He didn’t say anything–just rested

it go. Not

wouldn’t hate them all so much. But she had

asking you to forgive them. I just don’t want you stuck in this pain forever. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll back

hadn’t lived through it. And she wasn’t

12:37 PM

The

of the day and night, brought their own food, and didn’t check

Finished

got back, both their phones were basically melting from the

her lab team. Johnathan’s? Pure chaos–his grandfather, half the Wynn family, and

read through them,

exhaled. “Your grandfather’s in the hospital.

dirty laundry had been aired in front of every major power in the room,