Chapter 8
Three months later, a brief news report aired on the financial channel.[]
[Major international investment fraud case solved, main suspect Isla captured in Southeast Asia, extradited back to the country today!]]]
On the tarmac, Isla wore wrinkled clothes, her hair disheveled, handcuffed and escorted by two police officers.
Her face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror as she avoided the cameras. Her former glory was now completely shattered.[]
The Gray family completely cut ties with Elliot.[]
Elliot was burdened with mountains of debt and an indelible stain on his reputation, barely surviving in some forgotten corner.
But none of this mattered to me anymore.[]
I spent nearly a year slowly healing, focusing entirely on accompanying my grandfather’s recovery and managing the group’s affairs.]
Grandfather’s health had returned to normal.]
After going through hardships, he became more peaceful, though sometimes he would hold my hand and sigh: “Lydia, you must look forward.“[]
I knew what he meant.[]
He wanted me to start anew, hoped that the Stone family name would continue through me.
A year later, Stone Group hosted a charity gala.]
Duncan was an emerging tech entrepreneur who had returned from overseas, invited to attend the event.]]
His eyes were clear and bright.[]
When we chatted about light topics, his smile was sincere and warm, with a touch of shyness.]]
Talking with him was comfortable – I didn’t need to wear the mask of an heiress, nor did I need to be guarded.[]
After the gala, project collaborations naturally unfolded, and we exchanged contact information.
As the projects progressed, our interactions became more frequent.[]
Duncan’s presence was like a breath of fresh air, slowly clearing away the confusion that had lingered in my heart.]
Grandfather had high praise for Duncan.[]
“Steady, sincere.“]
Our relationship developed naturally.
There was no crazy pursuit, but rather a natural closeness through shared career aspirations and daily interactions.
I was honest with him about everything from my past, including that failed marriage and the pain it brought me.
- ne.
A year later, we held our wedding.[]
No media publicity, just intimate family and friends.[]
Grandfather beamed with joy, his spirits exceptionally high.
Another year passed, and our daughter was born.[]
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A perfect, round, angel–like little girl with Duncan’s gentle eyes and delicate nose.
Holding our daughter, looking at my husband gazing tenderly at us beside the crib, this was a sense of security I had never experienced before.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and the room was filled with laughter.
This was what life should be like.
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