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“I got it!”
“Me too!”
Sebastian and James spoke almost in unison. “It’s Miles!”
“Exactly.”
Caitlin’s voice was firm. “If everyone in that story matches someone in real life, then Miles is the blacksmith’s adopted son.
“In other words, Miles was Clayton’s adopted son–not his biological child. No blood relation at all.
“Someone tampered with the Yuncey family records. Twisted the truth.”
That explained why they couldn’t uncover the real history.
The realization sent a chill down Caitlin’s spine.
The more she thought about it, the more horrifying it felt.
If that was the truth, then Timothy’s father , Miles, was the one who killed his adoptive father Clayton and his brother–in–law Lloyd.
And Timothy’s whole family–this so–called Yuncey lineage–were nothing but imposters. A bunch of parasites wearing the Yuncey name, feeding off a legacy that didn’t belong to them.
“finally understand now. No wonder my grandmother risked everything to escape Departure City sixty years ago.
“No wonder she was covered in wounds when my grandfather rescued her. She must’ve been hunted by those people.”
The more Caitlin pieced it together, the more upset she became. Her anger burned.
“That’s why, when I was searching for my mother, Una warned me before she died: don’t go to Departure City…”
James was just as furious. He slammed on the brakes and pulled over, turned around with red eyes. “So what now? Should I kill them?”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Harrison! We’ll get justice for what happened to my grandmother’s family–but not recklessly.
“We’re the only true blood left from the Yuncey line. We have to protect ourselves first, then figure out how to take them down.”
Caitlin stopped him in time.
“She’s right. There are plenty of ways to take revenge. We’ll plan carefully.”
Sebastian was all in. Whatever it took, he would help Caitlin carry out her vengeance.
After their discussion, they had dinner and returned to the Yuncey estate as if nothing had changed.
Sebastian and James went to prepare, while Caitlin went to see Timothy.
The staff said Timothy had fallen ill after being brought back earlier and hadn’t gotten up since.
When Caitlin arrived at the main wing where Timothy stayed, she found Forrest standing at the door.
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“ Forrest, how’s Timothy doing?”
“He’s feeling a bit better, Caitlin.”
“ I want to check on him.”
Caitlin entered the room and saw Beatrice Rachel chatting with the eldest daughter–in–law, Greta.
Neither woman gave b
a warm welcome.
Greta sneered. “Well, well, look who’s back. What’s your next plan to take over the Yuncey family?”
Rachel shot her a cold look and scoffed. “Caitlin, the Yuncey family treated you like one of their own. How could you stab Timothy in the
back? That stunt you pulled today? You might as well have robbed us outright.”
“Great–aunt, that’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? How is it robbery? I’m just following the family legacy and naturally inheriting the Fragrance & Dye Studio. I have the deed my grandmother left behind. I have every right to it.”
Caitlin stepped inside, unafraid. “Even Timothy isn’t objecting and supports me inheriting the Fragrance & Dye Studio. So what are you two
complaining about? What does it have to do with either of you?”
She didn’t hold back, leaving Rachel fuming and speechless.
“Mother, don’t get worked up! That’s what she wants!”
Greta quickly supported Rachel and tried to calm her down.
Caitlin had no intention of letting them off easy. “Oh, by the way, I heard there’s a ninth uncle in the Yuncey family. Where is he? I’ve been
back for a while and haven’t seen him.”
“There’s no ninth uncle in the Yuncey family. ” Greta rolled her eyes.
“No? But I heard people say that when Timothy was young,
to his son.
he was
especially fond of a woman named Taylor. And apparently, she gave birth
“He never brought them back to the Yuncey estate? Or was Rachel too strict to let him?
“If you ask me, no matter how strict the household is, you can’t just leave your own child out in the cold.”
She was deliberately rubbing salt in the wound.
The so–called proper wife, beaten by the mistress–it had to sting for life.
“Shut your mouth…”
Rachel hated anyone bringing up Taylor. But Caitlin had done it right to her face, nearly sending her into cardiac arrest.
“Caitlin, stop talking nonsense!”
Greta was furious. Caitlin couldn’t have hit a more sensitive spot.
Caitlin looked innocent. “What? It’s not like it’s some big secret. Why can’t we talk about it?”
Seeing how shaken Rachel was, Greta gently helped her up. “Mother, don’t get angry. Let me take you out for some air.”
As they were leaving, Greta shot a warning glance. “Caitlin, that’s enough. You better watch what you say.”
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“ Got it . I’m just here to check on Timothy. I’ll leave after that.”
Caitlin went straight to the inner room and saw the old man lying in bed.
Timothy wasn’t asleep. He had heard everything from the outer room.
That girl somehow knew about his past with Taylor.
Knowing Caitlin had come in, he pretended to be asleep–but it didn’t fool her.
“Timothy, I thought you were sleeping.”
“Sigh…”
Timothy realized pretending wouldn’t work and opened his eyes with a sigh. “Caitlin, you’re back. Have you eaten?”
“I have. Timothy, I know what I did today caught you off guard and made you sick. I’m sorry. Should I call a doctor for you? ”
Caitlin’s tone was full of care.
“No need. I’m fine…”
“That’s good. I was really worried you might’ve gotten too upset.”
She gently tucked in his blanket. “By the way, Timothy, I was having dinner outside today and heard people talking about a woman named Taylor you knew in your younger days. They said you wanted to make her your fourth wife. Why didn’t you bring her home?”
“Oh, don’t bring that up…”
If Rachel hadn’t held so much power over him, Timothy would’ve married Taylor for sure–especially since she gave birth to his son.
“It’s okay to talk about it, Timothy. I heard she had a hard life. Beautiful , but short–lived. Died young.
“But they also said she gave you a son–Hayden, right? That would make him my ninth uncle. People out there call him ‘The Fixer. Why didn’t you bring him home?”
“It’s in the past. Don’t mention it, Caitlin. If Rachel hears, there’ll be trouble.”
Timothy didn’t want to revisit those memories. Mostly, he feared Rachel.
“Timothy, you’re the head of the family. Are you really afraid of Rachel?
“How about I help you bring him back? Don’t you want your son, who’s been out there all these years, to come home?”
“What could you do?”
Tim