Chapter 4The True Heir Who Died in the Fire Is Back

On the day of the funeral, I planned to leave early.

Just as I was about to go, I saw Chloe, arm-in-arm with Luke, and Daniel and Noah, emerging from the lounge.

They clearly saw me too.

Daniel walked towards me.

"Where are you going?"

I said blandly, "I'm leaving."

Daniel blocked my path, his brows deeply furrowed. "Where are you going? Aren't you coming home with us?"

"Home? I don't have a home here," I retorted.

"Anya!"

Daniel's emotions suddenly flared. "Are you really willing to wander around outside rather than come home? Are you truly planning to cut all ties with this family for good, this lifetime?!"

Before I could answer, Chloe cut in.

"Anya, how long are you going to keep this up with us? Do you really have to mess up the family until everyone is miserable? Mom and Dad wouldn't have wanted..."

She hadn't finished speaking when I slapped her hard across the face.

"I didn't want to hit you, but you don't deserve to mention my parents!"

The men nearby's expressions changed, but in the end, none of them moved.

Chloe's eyes welled up with tears, feigning hurt.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Oh?"

I raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a smile.

"Since this is my family, I'd like to ask, when are you returning the ten percent of the company shares that are in my name?"

A heavy silence fell.

Chloe was speechless, tears hanging in her eyes.

Daniel's face paled.

Five years ago, Daniel forced me to transfer the shares my parents left me into Chloe's name.

He said Chloe was weak since childhood, and she needed the money more.

"Why should I give them back to you! I won't!" Chloe's eyes turned fierce when she heard me demanding the shares.

"Alright, I'll make her transfer them back to you," Daniel said to me.

"No!" Chloe shrieked.

But Noah stepped forward, his voice low. "Those shares were left to Anya by her parents. You should return them."

Chloe's eyes welled up. She couldn't understand why her doting brothers had turned on her, unmoved even by her tears.

I was puzzled, too. What had gotten into them?

Still, it worked in my favor. Less trouble for me.

Chloe fell silent for a moment. Then, as if she'd just pieced it together, she didn't lash out. She smiled.

"Anya, so this was your game all along? Disappear, make them feel guilty, and then collect? Fine. These shares mean nothing to me. If you want them, have them."

I didn't answer. I simply pulled a share transfer agreement from my bag.

"Good. Sign it now."