Wang Qingzhu clutched her child as two bodyguards escorted her out of the Wang Family villa.
She stared blankly at the villa. Cheers rang out from inside from time to time, each one piercing her heart like a needle.
If her child had been well, she would have been among those cheering right now, thrilled beyond measure at achieving financial freedom—the sort who would immediately post about it on her social media to show off.
"Money really does fall from the sky. My distant great-granduncle left me an inheritance..." She had already thought of exactly how to word the post.
Yet now, she could only lower her head and look at the wooden, unresponsive child in her arms. It was as though he could not hear anything at all.
This noisy world had nothing to do with him.
Why? Why could the patriarch solve this with a wave of his hand, yet even though she had said she wanted no share of the inheritance, she still could not secure his help? She had wanted to seek out the patriarch before, but she had never had an excuse.
Besides, the patriarch had not seen visitors at all in the past. He only showed himself on rare occasions, and she had never had a chance to approach him. She had long since given up hope.
All this time, she and her husband had lived with one working outside and the other staying home to care for their child, hoping only that a miracle would happen. Yet a miracle had never come to their family.
But this time, when she received the phone call informing her that she was on the list of beneficiaries, she let herself hope. She hurried home, took the child from the nanny, and drove straight here.
She had