The True Heiress's Return

"Stop that! This is not a place for you bumpkins to make a scene. William..." Lago suddenly stopped when he saw the photos.

The photo on William's phone showed a seriously ill old woman lying in a hospital bed, her face covered with wrinkles. Her eyes were tightly shut, but the expression on her face was wrinkled. It was just a photo but it magnified the old woman's pain and suffering. "It was the photo I sent to Shakira. How could it be in William's lands? Lago suddenly thought of something, and he looked around the room with a vicious gaze. Soon, he spotted Shakira in the corner, leisurely savoring a delicious cake. Seeing him look over, she smiled at him. He thought, How dare she smile?

"This is your mother, Lago, the one who gave birth to you and raised you. After making a career, you abandoned her and wouldn't even spend a penny to treat her illness. Aren't you afraid of karma?" William accused him. "Nonsense! How could I not take care of my mother!" Lago looked around in a panic. The big shots who had been chatting happily just now all shook their heads, whispered to each other, and looked at him with contempt in their eyes.

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panicked. When he looked at Martha again, he saw her stem face and had a bad feeling.

He hurriedly explained, "This is a huge misunderstanding, Mrs. Ortiz. He is my distant relative who has always lived in the countryside and doesn't know anything about my mother in Crescentville. She is now in a nursing home and has a nanny taking care of her, I have done everything I can to care for her. This man is clearly being bribed by someone to frame mer

Martha snorted and said immediately, "This is your family matter and I won't interfere, Mr. Smith, but... Since this old lady is in Crescentville, our association won't just stand by!"

William was overjoyed. "Thank you, Mrs. Ortiz. I knew you were a kind person. Thank you for saving my grandaunt!"

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"This isn't appropriate, Mrs. Ortiz!" said Lago. I can't make you do anything, Mr. Smith, and you can't stop me an old woman, from helping my friend." Martha said to William. "Young man, give me your address and phone number, and I will send someone to check on the old lady. I'll pay for the medical fee if necessary."

Lago and Jessie were terrified. William and his family had always been in the countryside. They had repeatedly asked to borrow money from them, and Lago had never agreed. If he got in touch with Martha, he would probably say ill of them in front of her. They were afraid that he would say something crazy

Lago was sweating profusely, and he quickly stood in front of William with a flattering and pleading expression. "I dare not trouble you with my family business, Mrs. Ortiz. I swear that as long as I'm alive, I will treat my mother's illness and that no matter how much it costs or how expensive the medicine is, I will not hesitate to treat her. If I go back on my words, II. "You'll end up badly!" William interrupted.

Lago

was speechless.

William didn't trust him at all. Fearing that he would go back on his words, he said, "Why don't you finish your words?" Lago gritted his teeth. "If I go back on my words, I'll end up badly! "Great!" Martha was the first to respond, "It seems that Mr. Smith is determined. I hope you can keep your promise." Lago wiped the sweat from his checks, Definitely. Please trust me, Mrs. Ortiz." William snorted at Lago and said, "You'd better keep your word. If my grandaunt doesn't live long, you're the one to blame!" 08:24

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If it weren't for the special occasion, Lago would definitely have hit William. He thought, This asshole humiliated me in public. No, it was all Shakira's doing. I won't let this ***b***h off the h***k! Not far away, Yvette had bandaged her injuries and changed into a low-key outfit, returning to the venue. Seeing William making a scene, she was gritting her teeth in frustration.

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's just a maid, showing off with Walter's backing" A sarcastic voice came from behind. Yvette traced the sound and saw a woman, dressed elegantly, scornfully looking in the direction of Shakira. She raised her eyebrows and walked towards the woman. "Excuse me, do you know Mr. Lopez?" "You are.

e... Fiona Banks, on guard, sized up Yvette suspiciously. Then, as if recalling something, she said in surprise, "You're from the Nelson family. Yvette Nelson, right?" Yvette was surprised. Do you know me?"

"The Nelson family is quite well-known in Crescentville, and you're also a patient of my junior. I'm Fiona Banks from the Banks family of Ryston," said Fiona. "Is your junior Dr. Jenkins?" asked Yvette. said Frona.

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delighted. "I didn't expect us to have such a connection, Ms. Banks. I just heard you mention a maid. Is the maid you're referring to Shakira?" "Who else could it be?" At the mention of Shakira, Fiona's pretty face immediately twisted with jealousy. "She works as a maid in Walter's house and has no manners. She always fights with people outside. If it weren't for Walter's favoritism, she wouldn't have the audacity to be so rude!" "I see..." Yvett ." Yvette nodded, feeling a sudden sense of relief. She couldn't figure out why Shakira would be treated differently by Walter earlier. She thought, 'It turned out that after leaving the Nelson family, she went to work as a maid for the Lopez family, serving them Wasn't that what she used to love doing at the Smith and Nelson residences? residen

"Mr. Lopez has a mercurial temperament and is extremely protective of his people. His help to her was likely just to save face for the Lopez family. The Lopez family is incredibly wealthy, and perhaps the Maybach Shakira was seen in a few times was just the car the Lopez's housekeeper used to go grocery shopping. Thinking of this, Yvette couldn't help but snicker.

Suddenly, she thought of something and took out a necklace from around her neck, stroking it. It seemed this item worked. She was extremely unlucky when she wasn't wearing it, but now with it on, good news came her way.

Martha was surrounded by people while Walter exuded a cold aura that deterred anyone from approaching.

Walter tapped lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair with his slender fingers. He turned his head and just happened to see Shakira, her mouth full, eyes narrowed, eating while smirking-

"That person was brought by you," said he

Shakira shook her head, not denying it. "He's my relative. He wanted to see his grandaunt and I just bought him a train

ticket." ticket.

Walter snorted and said, "A train ticket for a good show, What a smart girl."

Do you also think it's exciting, Mr. Lopez?" asked she.

"No. It's annoying," said he,

Shakira thought, "What? You're so boring. You'll miss a lot of fi her food like an indignant little squirrel while Walter looked si