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Beck turned his gaze toward Maja. “If this outcome still doesn’t sit right with you, you could use the

Sanders family’s influence to send him out of North America. Let him suffer in Africa or wherever else

you fancy.” Maja stood rooted to the spot, words failing her. She couldn’t believe how ruthless Beck

was being toward Dylan. Not only was he casting him out of the Sanders family, but he was also cutting

off all his prospects for employment, meaning Dylan wouldn’t be able to find any legitimate work to

support himself. Her mouth hung open, at a loss for what to say. Beck, in that moment, seemed to

embody the full arrogance of a wealthy heir. She clutched at Ian’s sleeve and sighed softly. “Let’s go,

Ian.” Ian nodded, and they embraced as they descended the stairs. Beck was left alone in the vast

hallway. Memories of laughter and joy within these walls flashed through his mind, leaving him with a

sense of desolation. His family would likely never be complete again. His little sister refused to

acknowledge them, and his elder brother was gone. Despite his efforts to bring everyone together, he

ended up losing more and more. Indeed, the greedy are always punished. He rubbed his eyes and took

a deep breath, his voice hoarse, “Mom, don’t you have anything to say?” Arlene slowly shook her head,

enveloped in silence. Exhausted in body and spirit, Beck had nothing more to add. When Maja,

supported by Ian, got back to the car, her legs felt like they were floating above the ground, the

surrealism overwhelming. She had considered the possibility that Jolin was not the Sanders family’s

daughter and that everything might be a scheme, but she never imagined she herself was the true

heiress of the Sanders family. The irony of being wronged by Judith, who paraded around with the

identity that rightfully belonged to her, was not lost on Maja. She felt weary. Once in the car, she leaned

against Ian’s chest. Ian gently patted her back, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you last night. I thought Beck

wouldn’t spill the beans today either, and I wanted to shield you a bit longer. You must be hurting.”

Tears instantly filled Maja’s eyes. She was indeed in agony. Her identity had been stolen, she’d been

framed by a faux heiress, and her own brother had turned traitor. After all she had been through, how

could she want to return to the Sanders family? Even if they were willing to hand over all their shares to

her, that wasn’t what she needed. She had achieved financial independence long ago; what she always

craved was the love of her family. Hearing her muffled sobs, Ian felt a sharp pain in his own heart.

“Stop crying, please. Think of the baby.” Maja quickly wiped her tears, “I just want to go home and

sleep.” “Alright, sweetheart, we’ll go home. No more tears.” The word “sweetheart” made Maja’s

cheeks burn, and Ian, who had let it slip out, felt a wave of heat rush to his face as well. They sat in

silence until he finally managed to say, “I’ve heard them use that word.” “Who are they?” “Well, just

people in love.” He deflected smoothly and then held her close again. Out of Maja’s sight, the tips of his

ears were red. “It doesn’t matter.” But he couldn’t bring himself to call her “sweetheart” again. Maja,

amused by the situation, initially felt awkward, but seeing Ian flustered, she found it rather endearing.

“Let’s go back, Ian. I’m really tired.” “Yeah, whatever you say.” He turned his head to plant a kiss on her

cheek. Meanwhile, Dylan sat in his car, dazed. It wasn’t until the vehicle pulled up outside Judith’s villa

that he snapped back to reality. Had it been an hour earlier, he would have rushed in to check on

Judith’s condition. But now, every ounce of concern

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he’d shown Judith, every agreement to her disparaging remarks about Maja felt like a barbed sword

that had pierced his own flesh, tearing away at his skin and soul as it was withdrawn. He stepped

inside. Judith had been eagerly awaiting his return, especially after Beck’s call, thinking Dylan was

coming to whisk her off to a life of luxury with the Sanders family. She greeted him with a bright smile,

clutching his arm. “Dylan, you’re finally back. I waited for you all night, I missed you so much.” Yet she

sensed something off in Dylan’s demeanor, not quite gloom but a sort of listlessness. Dylan, who had

always been dynamic and forceful in negotiations, how could he be listless? Her smile faltered, and she

quickly tried to reassure him. “Is it because of Maja? Beck told me everything. Just throw a bit of cash

her way, and she’ll forgive and forget. Dylan, I had no idea she was the real Ms. Sanders. I’ll go and

apologize to her myself, she’ll surely forgive us.” She clung to Dylan’s arm, trying to sway his arm as

she had done so many times before. But Dylan slowly withdrew his hand, his tone icy. “I’m going to

have them take you to a place.” “What place, Dylan?” Dylan’s face was devoid of emotion, and he

offered her a smile that was more distressing than tears. “It’s a surprise. You can’t know in advance.”

He then picked up a thick black cloth and tied it over her eyes.