The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1769

"Don't talk like that, Evie. It's Quentin's loss."

"If he had feelings for you, I would have had the two of you engaged in a heartbeat."

"But right now, romance is the last thing on his mind. He's entirely focused on his leg."

"I just don't want you to waste your youth waiting around for him."

Yvette repeatedly emphasized that she didn't want to hold Evie back, and it was her genuine sentiment.

In her eyes, Evie might have been a bit calculating, but her lifelong crush on her son was real.

What Yvette didn't realize was that Evie's "love" was entirely fabricated.

The only things Evie loved were herself and the Young family's bank accounts.

Yvette had always been incredibly generous, feeding Evie's bottomless vanity.

That was the only reason she wanted to marry Quentin—to swallow the Young fortune whole.

But now, this billionaire grandmother had crashed the party, and she clearly wasn't an easy mark.

Whether Evie could ever get her hands on the money was suddenly a massive unknown.

Something that had seemed so easily within reach was now slipping through her fingers. How could she not be furious?

She wanted to dig her heels in and stay, but she knew that lingering where she wasn't wanted would only breed more resentment.

Inside the hospital room, Queenie had laid everything bare to her grandson.

She even brought out the treasured old photographs she had safeguarded for decades.

They featured her, her late husband, and Julian as a baby.

"Quentin, you look so much like Julian. Seeing you is like looking at my own son."

"Look, this is your father when he was a little boy."

"You should compare it to your own childhood photos."

Queenie had carried these pictures with her everywhere, praying for the day they would help her recognize her family.

She was right. Although Quentin had never seen photos of his father as a child, he knew exactly what he himself looked like back then.

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