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Harriette wore a concerned expression while speaking about Rose, and Miles felt deeply satisfied upon seeing this. Wanting to assuage her worry, he quickly reassured her.

"No matter who Rosie may have crossed, the Young family will not let anyone harm her."

Harriette's smile faltered for just a moment before swiftly regaining its usual warmth, the fleeting lapse barely perceptible.

She looked up at Miles and asked, "Miles, if I were the one in trouble, would you protect me from harm as well?"

"Of course," Miles replied without hesitation. "You and Rosie are the most important people to me. I would do everything in my power to keep both of you safe."

The phone in his hand was still connected, and the voice on the other end called out impatiently, "Mr. Young..."

Miles frowned and offered a reassuring glance at Harriette before turning away and exiting the hall. Even after Miles vanished from view, Harriette stayed rooted in her spot, peering through the expansive windows with an unreadable expression. She was certain that Miles' departure had something to do with yesterday's events at Aurora Crest.

"Protect us both at all costs, huh? But who would you protect if it came down to choosing between Rose and me?" Harriette whispered to herself with a cold smile, already knowing the answer.

Her barely audible murmur drifted upstairs, fading into the shadows where Anastasia was watching Harriette intently. The strange feeling in her heart grew stronger.

"Who exactly is this Harriette?" she mused.

Ever since noticing something off about her at Aurora Crest, Anastasia had been quietly observing Harriette's every move, becoming more convinced that this person wearing Harriette's face was someone she once knew. Nonetheless, she had no idea who it could be. As she racked her brain, trying to piece it together, Harriette moved downstairs, snapping her back to the present. Anastasia quickly retreated to her room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jonathan ended his call with Miles. His expression darkened as he processed what he had overheard between Miles and Harriette on the still-connected call. A trace of amusement tinged his perceptive gaze.

"Mr. Finch, I fear Mr. Young may not take the news about the involvement of the Xanth family elder in the ceremony for recognizing Mrs. Finch as Mr. Xanth's sister well," Leonard remarked, standing nearby.

His instincts told him that Jonathan wouldn't reveal such information without a reason-unless a hidden agenda was at play.

Reflecting on the situation, it appeared that Jonathan had intentionally goaded Clover into inviting his family elder, possibly even hoping or predicting that Clover's uncle would attend.

Leonard knew Clover's uncle as a legendary figure in the overseas community who had led the Xanth family and Lerain Group to their pinnacle before Clover took over.

However, despite his influence, the man remained highly discreet and was more often spoken of in rumors than seen in person.

"Isn't that the whole point?" Jonathan quipped, raising an eyebrow with a hint of a smile.

Leonard snapped out of his thoughts, catching Jonathan's expression.

"Mr. Finch, are you intentionally trying to ruffle Mr. Young's feathers? But that doesn't seem like something you'd do," he mumbled to himself, perplexed.

However, Jonathan didn't bother to respond to Leonard's musings. He wasn't so immature as to just provoke Miles for the sake of it. He intended to spur Miles into action, to push him toward a certain outcome. As for the purpose and the results...

Something inscrutable flickered in Jonathan's gaze as he directed Leonard, "The Finch family and Lerain Group are partners, so the Finch family should attend such a significant event for the Xanth family. "I've heard the Xanth family elder is fond of calligraphy. Let Grandma know about this so she can choose an appropriate gift."

Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose, appearing somewhat weary, and Leonard immediately grasped Jonathan's meaning.

Though the Xanth family of Lerain Group primarily operated overseas, their reputation preceded them throughout Regalia.

As a result, news of the Xanth family elder's arrival in Regalia for a recognition ceremony of an "adopted daughter" spread rapidly, captivating the entire city.

Everyone was aware that Clover was the only heir to the current generation of the Xanth family and Lerain Group.

With the elder's involvement, this "adopted daughter" was sure to become a significant part of the inheritance, raising questions about the identity of the fortunate individual.

It wasn't long before someone who

had attended the Young family's charity auction revealed the details The woman recognized as Clover's sister was named Rose-the same woman who held Oliver's portrait at his funeral, standing in a position that seemed even more important than Miles'.

The news spread like wildfire, dominating conversations both online and in person.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

In the study of the Finch Manor, Eleanor sat at her desk, examining the invitation from Lerain Group. Pleased with the invitation, she had already decided to attend the event in person, eager for the opportunity to meet the legendary figure from the Xanth family.

"Anna, what do you think would make a suitable gift? What would Elijah like?" Eleanor wondered aloud, troubled by the thought.

Elijah's private nature made his interests challenging to discern, perhaps only known to those close to him. And those close to Elijah could only be...

"Mrs. Finch Senior, Mr. Jonathan's

subordinate, Leonard, mentioned that not long ago, Mr. Xanth was looking for an antique calligraphy painting and even considered having someone replicate it," Anna shared, recalling Leonard's nonchalant revelation.

Eleanor eagerly asked, "What kind of antique calligraphy is it?"

Anna thought for a moment before answering, "It's the 'Lindisfarne Gospels' I think... Yes, that's it! Apparently, Mr. Xanth has been searching for the original for quite some time but hasn't been able to find it.

"He even approached several contemporary calligraphy masters for reproductions, but it seems that none of them met his expectations."

Eleanor was sharp. She suspected that if Clover was going to such lengths, it had to be for someone important. Perhaps Clover was searching the painting on behalf of Elijah.

The information Anna mentioned came from Leonard, likely under Jonathan's direction. If Jonathan was involved, there had to be a reason.

Realization struck her as the original "Lindisfarne Gospels" came to her mind.

"Has Lizzie returned to the manor today?" Eleanor inquired with a furrowed brow.

Anna replied, "No..."

"Then call her and ask her to return. Let her know I need to discuss something with her," Eleanor instructed.

Anna nodded and left to carry out the order.

Lizzie was in the study of her private residence with Cyrus when she received Anna's call. The failure of yesterday's events had left her simmering with anger and frustration through the night. Early in the morning, news of the Lerain Group's Xanth family elder attending Clover's recognition ceremony for his sister dominated the internet. Naturally, she had seen it.

Because of that, she had locked herself in the study since the break of dawn, attempting to calm herself through calligraphy.

However, the floor was littered with crumpled sheets of paper, evidence of her unyielding distress. When Cyrus opened the door and saw the mess, he looked surprised. "Lizz, what's going on here?"