I had first taken the butler for a con artist and brushed him aside.
Yet, when he presented undeniable evidence, I, still torn between disbelief and curiosity, followed him to the Harington family's ancestral home.
There, I came face-to-face with my parents' memorial tablets, and for the first time, I noticed the faint but certain resemblance in our features.
And then, the truth struck: the half-diamond pendant I had carried all my life was no trinket. It was the Harington family's treasured heirloom, its legitimacy confirmed beyond doubt.
Uncle Kelvin had no children, and I was his sole heir.
The fortune he left overseas was enough to propel me into the ranks of the world's wealthiest elites.
My heart raced with excitement, and all I could think about was sharing this joy with Keira.
I imagined how, with this inheritance, she could live the life of a true lady of leisure, never again burdened by the endless demands of the Fanning Corporation.
But the moment I reached her on the phone, before I could even breathe a word about Uncle Kelvin's will, her sharp voice cut through, full of impatience, scolding me for disturbing her rest.