Fake Daughter Is The Real Legend (Iris Sutton) novel Chapter 7

Dr. Lang froze completely.

His relationship with Iris had always been cold and distant.

Even before Olivia appeared, he had never truly cared about this so-called little sister of his. In his eyes, Iris had always been nothing more than a clingy and troublesome girl who constantly followed him around since childhood.

Then Olivia appeared.

And the moment he learned Iris wasn’t actually related to them by blood, the last trace of affection he might have had completely vanished.

Instead of trying to understand her, he pushed her away even harder.

But now—

watching Iris walk away without even looking back at him—

a suffocating feeling of regret suddenly clawed at his chest for the first time.

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Near the hospital room entrance, Ares Barclay watched the entire scene unfold.

A faint, unreadable smile curved his lips.

“Interesting.”

Julian had clearly anticipated this reaction.

He immediately handed Ares a tablet.

“Mr. Barclay, this is the basic information we gathered on that young lady.”

Ares skimmed through the report.

“The Sutton family’s fake daughter?” he murmured. “And the Suttons just publicly severed ties with her today?”

His smile deepened slightly.

Now she was even more interesting.

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Iris climbed back into the heavily damaged car, and Butler Walter drove her toward Crown Heights Estate.

Crown Heights Estate was the most exclusive residential community in the capital.

Only twenty villas existed within the entire development, and every resident belonged to the highest tier of wealth and influence.

Sensing that Iris might feel uncomfortable, Butler Walter took the initiative to explain the family situation during the drive.

“You have three older brothers,” he said warmly. “And one adopted younger sister. They’re all overseas at the moment, so today you’ll only be meeting Master and Madam.”

He smiled through the rearview mirror.

“They’ve been looking forward to this day for a very long time.”

About ten minutes after entering the estate, another luxury convertible stopped outside Villa No. 2.

A maid had been about to close the gates when she noticed the car and immediately paused.

“Miss Chloe, you’re back early?”

The fashionable young woman in the back seat smiled playfully as she pushed her sunglasses onto her head.

“I missed Mom and Dad,” she said lightly. “So I came home early.”

The staff had already informed her that her parents had reserved a birthday cake from Maison Lumière half a month in advance specifically for her birthday.

Maison Lumière was the most famous dessert boutique in the capital.

Their cakes were famously expensive, and the owner accepted only one custom order each month. Reservations had to be made weeks in advance, and every creation was treated like edible art.

Among wealthy socialites, having a Maison Lumière cake at a birthday party was practically a symbol of status.

—

Meanwhile, Iris stepped out of the battered sedan alongside Butler Walter.

A maid immediately guided her toward the front entrance.

The moment she stepped inside—

Pop!

Colorful ribbons exploded overhead.

A refined middle-aged couple approached while pushing a cart carrying an elegant birthday cake. Several maids followed behind them, softly singing “Happy Birthday.”

The instant the couple saw Iris clearly, their eyes reddened.

Iris’s tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

The faint trace of cold vigilance hidden in her eyes quietly faded away.

The cake was beautifully decorated in soft rainbow colors.

Across the top, elegant lettering read:

Happy Birthday, Our Precious Daughter Iris.

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