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The old lady's face lit up with excitement when Nathan's nwas mentioned, her features wrinkling with
emotion. Her mouth moved like a rusty hinge, "Young Master Nathan was raised by me. How could | possibly not
recognize him?"
Nathalie recalled the first tshe laid eyes on Nathan, frail and bony, his body marked by cruel whiplashes. She
pondered: even if this old lady wasn't fibbing and she did indeed raise Nathan, what difference did it make?
She'd never shown him kindness. Her appearance of warmth and love was just a mask; underneath, she was
cold and ruthless.
Yet, as Nathalie glanced at the old woman, who seemed so timid and hunched over, she struggled to connect her
to the image of a heartless woman.
"You claim you raised him? Then you must know his body well. Tell me, does he have a birthmark, and if so,
where?"
Without missing a beat, the old lady replied, "On his back, left side."
Nathalie was taken aback.
Benjamin chimed in, "Nathalie, surely you believe us now?"
Nathalie shot him a skeptical look. "A birthmark could easily be something you tipped her off about. Let's try
something different, ma'am. What's Nathan's favorite dish? What color clothes does he prefer?"
The old lady chuckled softly. "Sweetheart, my memory isn't as sharp as it once was. But | did bring an album
along, capturing the day-to-day life of Young Master Nathan with us. Take a look." She offered the album to
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With her hands bound, Nathalie couldn't flip through it, so the old woman did it for her.
Nathalie gazed at the photos, spanning from Nathan at three to six years old, a seamless timeline. He was
consistently thin, not in a healthy way, and seemed
perpetually listless. Yet, his clothes and living conditions looked
top-notch.
For three whole years, he stayed with the old woman.
The old lady was seen holding him as he slept, feeding him, doing his laundry-there wasn't a hint of
mistreatment.
Had the child in the pictures not been a spitting image of Nathan, Nathalie would have doubted they were the
sperson.
"This can't be..." Nathalie murmured, her mind swirling with disbelief.
"This is Nathan..." She fought against accepting this truth.
When Nathalie first met Nathan, he was battered and bruised. She had spent ages nursing him back to health,
transforming him from a scarred, skinny little thing into a charming, robust young man.
Nathalie snapped back, "How can I trust you when every t| found Nathan, he was covered in injuries,
whether from traffickers or hitmen? And now you say you treated him well, never harmed him? How can | believe
that?"
Those haunting scars were clear evidence of abuse.
Benjamin was growing impatierty
"Nathalie why won'yyéu bétieve us?”
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Benjamin raised his hand solemnly,
"I admit, my mom and | might not
have been fond of him. But at most,
we were vying for the family
inheritance, trying, trkesp. rt of
Grands favor. But he's not just a
Rowland heir; he's a McCoy heir too.
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"The McCoy family?" At the mention
of the McCoy family, Nathalie
thought of the gentle old Mc. andn
Mrs. Meg BatnédKnd soft
f&atbres, and Grandpa Theo was
famously under his wife's thumb.
Such an elderly couple, with their
daughter having passed away early,
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