Chapter 452



Meanwhile, secluded in the back of a car, Craig clutched the jade, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jenny’s anger flared, only registering Craig’s movements in her peripheral vision. She snatched the jade quickly, its cool surface surprising her. “Where did you get this?” she asked.

Craig’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of payback. “I stole it from that nasty woman just now.”

Craig’s years on the streets had taught him this skill, but he never thought he’d use it today. “She deserves it,” Craig added, clenching his fist. “She made me apologize.”

Jenny studied him, her expression a mix of emotions. She didn’t scold him for his misdeeds and only warned, “We need to steer clear of her from now on. She’s rich, not someone we can afford to cross.”

Craig wiped away his tears, his gaze fixated on the jade in Jenny’s hand, his eyes filled with greed. “Jenny, is this valuable? I’ve seen things like this at the antique market selling for tens of thousands!”

Jenny turned the jade over in her hand, clicking her tongue in appreciation. “With this color and shape, it’s worth even more.”

Craig’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Give it back to me. I’ll take it to the antique market and get us some cash!” he said, his voice urgent.

Jenny dodged his hand, her tone icy. “No, this stays with me. You’re too young to worry about money like that, and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Understood?”

Craig’s fists clenched at his sides. He had risked everything to steal it. Why should Jenny have the final say? But he bit back his anger, knowing he couldn’t afford to lose the roof over his head. He consoled himself that he’d make everyone pay for treating him like this one day.

As Jenny turned away, Craig’s eyes burned with silent resentment.

Moments later, a pack of children swarmed Jenny, begging for food and toys.

Jenny’s patience snapped. “Out of my way! Can’t you see I’m not in the mood for this?”

The children scattered, afraid to challenge her any further.

Jenny marched into her office and stopped short. An elderly man sat there, his eyes closed, radiating calm. There was an aura of quiet authority around him—if Kallie were here, she would have recognized him instantly. It was none other than Tyrone.

Jenny crossed her arms, her gaze locking onto Tyrone with a mocking smirk. “Have you recalled who your family is? Or has that slipped your mind along with everything else? If you weren’t dressed like someone important, I wouldn’t have wasted my time on you.”

Jenny paced around him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve been living off me, eating my food, wearing the best I can offer, and I’ve kept track of every penny and every meal. You think that comes for free?”

Tyrone remained silent, his expression unmoved.

Jenny was used to his lack of response, but a flicker of something cold flashed in her eyes as she looked at him. A few days earlier, Jenny had attended an auction in Burmoos and found Tyrone on the roadside.

Judging from his outfit, she had immediately recognized that he wasn’t just some random elderly man, so she decided to take him with her.

Jenny hadn’t bothered looking for his family. Instead, she’d hoped that with time, he might warm up to her and even consider making her his heiress.

But Tyrone had remained stone-faced, offering nothing.

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