The Abandoned Heiress Reborn to Be Cherished (Seraphina) novel Chapter 300

Seraphina watched Jason leave, his figure disappearing into the distance.

In the sleek interior of the Rolls–Royce, Grady broke the silence. “Mr. Drakon, they’re asking how to proceed.

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Jason’s voice was steady, almost cold. “Tell them to follow protocol.” He paused before adding with sharper intent. Anyone caught secretly excavating or damaging cultural relics–such disgraceful acts–deserves the harshest punishment.”

Grady blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt shift in his boss‘ tone. Just moments ago, Jason had seemed genuinely concerned about the Whitewood Family. Yet now, his words carried an unmistakable finality, as though he were prepared to trample them into the ground without hesitation.

Although puzzled, Grady wasted no time conveying Jason’s orders. Once the message reached its destination, there would be no leniency.

Back in the living room, the atmosphere was tense, each second heavy with unspoken words. Aidan’s gaze narrowed as Seraphina entered. He let out a mocking laugh, his voice dripping with scorn. “So much for being someone of influence. I remember all that talk about your vast connections. Where are they now? Did they all vanish into thin air?”

Seraphina met his taunts with an unhurried smile. “If it weren’t for some idiot throwing down 350 million for that plot of land, we wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. The family raised you for over twenty years, Aidan. Twenty years of sheltering you, and feeding you, and what do they get in return? You drag us to the brink of ruin. Twenty years wasted on a fool.”

Jane stood off to the side, watching the exchange grow increasingly heated. He seemed poised to intervene but ultimately refrained, sensing it wasn’t his place. Instead, he turned to Chloe and said quietly, “I need to meet with Mr. Whitewood.”

Chloe offered him a small, weary smile. “Of course. Thank you for handling this.”

As Jane left, the verbal sparring between Seraphina and Aidan escalated further.

“Neither of you has the right to call yourselves part of this family. You’re both hopeless. Completely useless,” Seraphina said, her gaze cutting across Aidan and Linara Tike shards of glass.

Aidan’s patience snapped, his voice rising as his frustration boiled over. “Who says I’m not part of this family? My blood runs in the veins of this house. Hear me loud and clear–Dad is my real father!”

Chloe froze mid–breath, though her expression betrayed little surprise.

Linara and the surrounding staff, however, weren’t as composed. They stared, wide–eyed and slack–jawed, at the revelation that had just shattered the room’s fragile calm.

Seraphina’s brow furrowed, her disbelief evident. “What did you just say?” she asked, her voice low but filled with sharp incredulity.

Aidan lifted his chin, a sly smirk curling at the corners of his lips. His gaze swept across the room, lingering briefly on each face as if savoring the moment. Then, with deliberate precision, he enunciated each word: “I’m not a b*stard. I’m not adopted. Dad is my biological father.”

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Chapter 300 Stirring the Waters

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The declaration hung in the air, heavy with years of resentment and unspoken truths. It was a statement Aidan had longed to make, one he had been forced to swallow for far too long. Only his father’s insistence had kept him silent, but now, the shackles of restraint were broken. Finally, the opportunity had come to shed the label he despised–the stigma of being the family’s adopted son.

Across the room, Seraphina let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Who are you trying to fool?”

Aidan met her derision with a scoff. “If you don’t believe me, ask Dad yourself.”

Seraphina’s expression darkened, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “I remember clearly- Mom was only pregnant once. So where would a biological son come from?” Her lips curled into a bitter smile. “Even if you are blood–related, it doesn’t change what you are–an illegitimate child. You lied to my mother. All of you. And you played your parts to perfection.”

The weight of her accusation filled the room like a storm about to break. Oberon Whitewood, the esteemed patriarch, had an illegitimate son–a son who was four years older than his legitimate daughter.

The implications were damning. It meant that long before Seraphina’s mother, Chloe, gave birth, Oberon had already betrayed her, fathering a child with another woman.

Not only had he cheated, but he had also brought that child into their home, raising him under Chloe’s roof, flaunting the affair with every passing day.

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, their focus shifting toward Chloe. Jasmine, always poised at the center of the household’s affairs, stood silently, her expression unreadable. Some of the staff looked at Chloe with sympathy, others with pity, and a few couldn’t hide the faint glimmer of schadenfreude in their

eyes.

Within hours, the scandal spread like wildfire through high society. Aidan’s status as an illegitimate son became the talk of every gilded room and exclusive gathering.

“The Whitewood Family hasn’t even crumbled yet,” one company executive remarked with a smirk, “and already, the battle for succession has begun.”

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