Evening.
Eunice chimed in, "It’s such a lively day today. Why don’t we go out for dinner?"
"That sounds great. It’s been ages since I’ve had dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, and my uncles and aunts! I miss those old times."
Serena said this to let Rosemary know that for the past eighteen years, it was she, Serena, who had been there for the Collins family!
Rosemary had no part in that!
"No problem." Rosemary seemed unfazed, her expression steady throughout.
"Fantastic! I was just thinking it would be nice for the family to go out for a meal together! Eunice, you read my mind." Belinda happily linked arms with her daughter-in-law and asked, "So, which restaurant shall we go to?"
"It’s got to be one of our own, of course." Eunice’s smile was radiant and beautiful. "The service is impeccable, the ingredients are fresh, and it suits your tastes perfectly."
Belinda beamed. "My daughter-in-law always knows the best."
Just then, a servant came forward to report, "Sir, someone outside asked me to give this to you."
Everyone’s attention turned to the servant, who presented a beautifully crafted wooden box the size of a laptop. The intricate patterns carved on the box suggested it was quite valuable.
Darren opened it to find a thick stack of property deeds, land titles, keys, and other such items. There was also a letter.
The Letter:
"Darren, by the time you read this letter, we will have moved away from Dawnstar. Enclosed are our letters of resignation, which have been processed through the company’s system and stamped officially. We are no longer part of the group.
We are too ashamed to face you and can only apologize in this way—sorry, Darren, for sparing our lives.
We voluntarily give up our monthly company dividends.
In the last few days, we have sold all our shops, houses, antiques, paintings, jewelry, and other valuables at a discount. The money earned should barely cover our basic needs, and the rest of our assets, which we couldn’t sell in time, have been transferred to your name, Darren, for you to deal with as you see fit.
With deep regret and shame, we once again apologize—sorry, Darren. No words can express our remorse, but we still want to say sorry. We were wrong. We wish you and your family prosperity and a soaring future.
—Your unworthy brothers."
The letter ended with the signatures of the brothers. Darren, with mixed emotions, handed the letter to Belinda and then said, "Rose, come with me."
In the garden.
Darren composed himself, his gaze softening as he looked at Rosemary.
"You’ve been back in the family for half a year now. I have been wanting to give you a welcome gift, but we’ve never gotten around to it. Everything in this wooden box is a token of my affection, and you must accept it."
Rosemary opened the box to see dozens of property deeds and land titles, even car keys—an astonishing amount.
"Tomorrow, you’ll accompany me to transfer the titles. All of this will be in your name, including the monthly dividends from those scoundrels. They will all be yours from now on."


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