Chapter 2

"That was then. The reality is you can't have children, and I want my own kids, so I had no choice but to find Veronica..."

Veronica nodded.

"That's right. If a woman can't have children, and she earns such a huge fortune, who will she leave it to in the future?"

In the banquet hall, everyone silently nodded.

My mom remembered the past and sobbed to Brandon.

"You came from a poor rural village, dirt poor, couldn't even pay tuition, and constantly hid in your dorm eating bread. Your mother was critically ill and couldn't afford medical care. If we hadn't supported you, you and your mom would have died long ago!"

"When you two got married, you had no money. Your brother-in-law was unemployed for years, and Eleanor's dad gave him a manager position with an annual salary of over a million."

At that moment, the three of us were lost in our memories.

Mom murmured.

"Our family has been good to you. I can't believe you'd repay our kindness with betrayal and try to take the Davis family's fortune."

After a moment of silence, Brandon chuckled.

"What's the point of bringing that up now?"

He looked at me.

"Alright, Eleanor, how much longer are you going to stare at this agreement?"

"Even if you don't sign, it's useless. After all, you've already transferred the property to the children's names. Our joint assets only amount to a few tens of thousands left. I'll leave that for your retirement."

Hearing this, a smug grin stretched across Brandon's face, almost reaching his ears.

*Slap!* Suddenly, my dad rushed forward and slapped him across the face!

"You monster!"

"Someone, grab that old man! Beat him up!"

Brandon couldn't afford to lose face. With a wave of his hand, several security guards rushed forward, menacingly surrounding my dad.

The security guards were intimidated by my dad's presence and hesitated to advance.

But Veronica charged forward and slapped my dad across the face.

My dad froze on the spot.

He was a man of great prestige, a former president of the Business Guild, socializing only with influential figures.

Now, to be treated with such contempt by Veronica was a grave insult!

My dad was about to explode in anger, but I pulled him back.

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted.

"This is going too far, isn't it? Hitting even old Mr. Davis!"

"Mr. Davis is a renowned philanthropist, often donating to underprivileged students, struggling families, and building schools for the elderly. Now he's being bullied like this!"

"You can only blame his daughter for being a total letdown!"

"If I had a daughter like Eleanor, I'd disown her on the spot!"

"Shut up!"

Brandon yelled at the crowd.

Then he looked at me.

"Eleanor, are you going to sign or not?"

"I'll sign."

I picked up the pen and swiftly signed my name.

Brandon took it, glanced at it, and with his heart finally at ease, sneered.

"Good, Eleanor, thank you for delivering billions in assets to our family!"

Veronica triumphantly raised a glass. "Cheers!"

I smiled, thinking, *Is that so? I hope you can keep smiling until the end!*

My dad looked at them, then suddenly collapsed to the floor.

"Dad!"

"Mr. Davis!"

My mom and I, along with many relatives, rushed over.

Brandon looked at a man busily helping out and exclaimed in surprise.

"Marcus, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're interested in this failure, Eleanor?"

The two of them were childhood friends, both from rural backgrounds. Brandon often mocked Marcus for being a fool.

Marcus smiled faintly, but didn't reply.

Just then, my dad woke up. He asked.

"Where are those two kids of theirs?"

"They went to pick up their university acceptance letters."

Marcus replied.

Soon, two high school students in school uniforms appeared at the entrance.