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"No worries, my dear, we need to wait for her to turn fifteen. When she turns fifteen years old, I can get the inheritance from her mother. That damn woman discovered that Xuan'er is not her son. And made a fuss over it. She almost went to the old Madam and expose us. She wanted me to return her son. It was good that she was on delivery time and died giving birth. The old Madam rushed to see her, and the child. Since she did not survive, she took the child, if not, the child would have been long dead." The cold and frustrated voice belonged to her father. And the joy and love for her family died in that instant. And she was only in her ten years old at that time.
