The two of them returned home to gather clothes and daily necessities for William Carter, then got back into the car. Richard Morgan hadn’t had a chance to start the engine yet. Two black Mercedes 560s slowly drove up in front of their car, blocking the path of Richard Morgan’s Santana.

Richard Morgan pressed the horn in annoyance, but the other party didn’t respond. He turned to Grace Parker with a smile: “I’ll go take a look!”

“Be careful!”

The door of the first Mercedes opened, and two burly men in black trench coats accompanied a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties as he got out of the car. The man was not tall, dressed in a well-tailored blue suit. His hair and beard were somewhat yellowed, and his thin face always wore a smile.

Richard Morgan pointed to the car behind him, but the middle-aged man just smiled and ignored him, walking straight to Grace Parker’s window. He gently tapped on the window with his palm, dangling a shiny pendant between his fingers before closing his hand around it.

Grace Parker’s eyes suddenly widened, her ample chest heaving with rapid breaths.

Richard Morgan sensed something was wrong and tried to squeeze forward, but was blocked by the two burly men.

“Miss Fang! I’d like to talk to you!” The middle-aged man’s voice was extremely polite. Grace Parker slowly rolled down the window: “Sorry, I don’t know you at all. I don’t think we have any reason to talk!”

The man smiled, lightly tapping the edge of the window twice with his fingers, and spoke at a steady pace: “You truly don’t know me, but what I’m about to tell you concerns your fate and your son’s future!” Grace Parker’s lips began to tremble, a nameless pain appearing in her eyes.

Richard Morgan was shouting from a distance, clearly showing how important Grace Parker was to him.

At last, Grace Parker pushed open the car door, composed herself, and walked over to Richard Morgan: “Guishan… he’s an old friend of mine. I’d like to talk to him alone.” Richard Morgan seemed to sense something unusual and said loudly, “Xiaoyun, don’t be afraid. At worst, I’ll call the police!” Before Grace Parker could reply, the middle-aged man had already come over: “Mr. Pang, don’t worry. My surname is Zhuang, full name Henry Bennett, I’m a lawyer, and my understanding of the law is deeper than most.”

He made an inviting gesture, signaling for Grace Parker to enter his Mercedes 560, then turned to Richard Morgan and said, “Mr. Pang, I’ll borrow Miss Fang for ten minutes. I promise you won’t have to wait long.”

Inside the car, only Henry Bennett and Grace Parker remained. Grace Parker nervously twisted her fingers. Henry Bennett opened his laptop, and soon a thin man’s image appeared on the LCD screen. Grace Parker’s fingers suddenly froze, her body becoming stiff.

“Xiaoyun… hello… I am Charles Carter…” He began to cough violently, taking a long time to calm down, gently shaking a lucky star pendant in his hand: “Do you still remember… this…” Grace Parker began to cry silently, while Henry Bennett quietly observed her every reaction.

“When you see this video, I may already be gone… I feel more and more… so lonely… For so many years, I never dared to ask about you… because I… have wronged you and our son. I don’t expect your forgiveness… I only hope… you can forget me… and start your own life…”

The video suddenly cut off. Henry Bennett quietly looked at Grace Parker, whose face was streaked with tears: “This video was recorded a week ago. Chairman Xiao passed away early yesterday morning.” Grace Parker covered her face and nodded.

Henry Bennett pulled up a document on his computer: “Before his death, the chairman summoned five top lawyers to finalize his will…” Grace Parker looked up, waved her hand, and said, “Thank you… for coming all this way to tell me… but I have no interest in his will!”

Henry Bennett sighed: “Indeed, the chairman’s will does not mention you. However, I must inform you that the chairman’s assets—including real estate, bonds, stocks, and various investments—total several tens of billions of New Taiwan dollars, and the sole heir to all of this is your son—William Carter!”

Grace Parker’s eyes widened. She said, word by word, “No! Xiaoyu has nothing to do with Charles Carter. He will not inherit any estate.”

Henry Bennett laughed: “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid this isn’t up to us. William Carter is almost twenty years old now. As an adult, he should be able to make his own decisions.” He paused, then added, “For the sake of your son’s future, you should think more for him!”

Suddenly, Grace Parker grabbed Henry Bennett’s arm: “Lawyer Zhuang… I beg you, just pretend none of this ever happened. Don’t bother my son, don’t destroy my peace…” Henry Bennett gently freed himself from Grace Parker’s grip, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered something. Grace Parker’s face instantly drained of color. Henry Bennett patted her shoulder: “The path is yours to choose. Please, be very careful…”