The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1695

That son was Flora's pride and joy, as well as her deepest secret.

She wired money back every single year. Her life only had meaning if her son was thriving!

He was the child she had with the only man she had ever truly loved.

Tragically, good men rarely lived long, and he had died in a freak accident.

Unable to marry and branded a pariah by her village—having a child out of wedlock in that era was a scandal that humiliated her entire family—she fled.

She only came to Kaston after hearing from distant relatives that there was serious money to be made here. She wanted to build a nest egg for her boy.

No one cared about Flora's tragic backstory, but everyone knew one thing for certain: she would rather die than give back a single dollar.

Her son was brilliant. He had just gotten into a top university, and might even apply to study abroad.

That required a staggering amount of money. Furthermore, her son had a weak constitution and required expensive daily medication.

After a moment's hesitation, Flora made the call—she would sell Barrett alongside the dying man.

The dying guy was priced at eight thousand, and Barrett at twelve thousand.

In reality, the entire twenty grand was just to buy Barrett. The half-dead guy was essentially a freebie.

She had no idea how these 'pharmacists' treated corpses.

Maybe they could still run tests on a guy with one foot in the grave?

Once the deal was struck, Flora ordered her men to drag Barrett back in.

She had also force-fed him a muscle relaxant.

The drug instantly turned his limbs to jelly.

Even if Barrett wanted to fight his way out, he physically couldn't.

Flora pulled him aside for a final word. "Don't hate me for tossing you out, Barrett. My clinic here is just a joke."

"I can't save your brother, and you..." Flora shot a resentful glare at his crotch.

"I didn't expect you to be firing blanks."

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