Chapter 737:
He paused, a faint sheen of unshed tears glimmering in his eyes, his sincerity undeniable. “My Rylie, the pearl of our family, was kept from us for many years, but now she has finally returned. Nothing has brought our family more joy in recent times!”
The moment his words trailed off, a wave of heartfelt applause broke out from the crowd below, a ripple of raised glasses moving through the room like a wave of admiration.
Kendrick’s eyes softened as they lingered on Rylie, then flicked toward Terrance’s family with a pointed calm. “Tonight, my grandsons, alongside Selah and me, gather here not for”
“Honor or gain. We are here to let every clan in Crolens know that the Owen family’s treasure has returned. Anything she has lacked, we will restore. Every dream she holds, we will help bring to life. She has our full support, and no one will ever see her struggle alone again.” Every word carried weight, both a proud declaration and a quiet, unmistakable warning.
Felix stepped forward. “Rylie, welcome back. As the only daughter of the family, our only sister, we’ll always be by your side.”
Behind her, Marcus and Deandre fell into place, silent but steadfast. Their strong posture and protective presence spoke louder than any words could.
All three men drew attention effortlessly, their sharp, striking features impossible to miss — the kind that appeared in the daydreams of countless young women.
With them flanking Rylie, it was impossible not to notice the strength of her family’s bond, and many in the crowd couldn’t hide their envy.
That quiet display of unity sparked admiration in some hearts — and simmering resentment in others.
Felix’s casual use of “only” shattered Paola’s carefully crafted mask, exposing her claim to be the Owen family’s beloved daughter as a calculated act — using a title she didn’t truly hold to gain influence and favors among the elite. Laurel and her husband exchanged sharp, displeased glances. They realized that Felix had intentionally shown them no respect.
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Terrance’s jaw tightened. “We are family — how can he treat us like this?”
Laurel’s lips curved into a cold, cutting smile. “Too soon to know who’s really in control here.”
Terrance looked at her, confused. “What have you done?”
Laurel’s voice was calm but firm. “You’ll see soon enough. For now, let Rylie enjoy this moment.”
Once Rylie was introduced, families stepped forward, presenting the gifts they had brought to celebrate her return.
For a heartbeat, it felt as if the room revolved entirely around her. A young woman approached, carrying a cat perched elegantly in her arms, and offered Rylie a delicate gift box. “Miss Owen, I made this for you.”
A staff member beside Rylie stepped forward to explain, “This is Kailee Shaw, the Animal Welfare Ambassador in Eshea. She takes part in many animal protection efforts.”
Rylie accepted the small gift, her fingers brushing lightly against the box, and gave a subtle nod. “Hi.”
Kailee, having heard the whispers that Rylie was the legendary Healing Hand from the dark web, studied her carefully. It seemed impossible that someone so young could possess such a reputation or skill in the art of healing.
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