Chapter 510

After returning to the hotel, Tiffany began packing. She hadn't brought much, so it was quick work. Midway through, there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, she was surprised to see the Ashton family's butler.

"Is there something you need?" Tiffany asked, opening the door.

The butler handed her a thick stack of documents.

"What's this?" Tiffany took the stack and was immediately shocked. The documents contained detailed information about Victor's assets, including his properties and businesses. Among them were records of dozens of Treasure Towers scattered across various cities—their value immeasurable.

Tiffany thought, Did Mr. Ashton leave me all his assets before his passing?

Tiffany immediately pushed the documents back. "I don't accept rewards for nothing," she refused. "I came here to treat Mr. Ashton, not for this. I can't accept such a payment."

"This is not a payment," the butler said, his voice trembling as he wiped away tears. "Tomorrow is Mr. Ashton's funeral. These assets are all meant for you to inherit. He asked for nothing else, only that he could hear you call him 'grandpa' at his grave. It is Mr. Ashton's final wish."

She thought, After being trapped by this obsession for over a decade, in the end, all he wanted was to hear me call him grandpa?

Tiffany blinked. "But…" she began, though she didn't care about her background. In previous encounters, Tiffany had used the Kelley family name, which always made her their daughter. She had no desire to dig into the past, nor did she want to uncover the truth about her origins.

"Please take these documents back," she said. "I won't accept any of the assets listed here. As for Mr. Ashton's funeral tomorrow, I will attend. Consider it my way of sending him off on his final journey."

She thought, If calling him grandpa is what it takes to make him rest in peace, I'll say it as many times as needed.

"Miss Kelley," the butler called.

"Please take care," Tiffany said, closing the door.

As she turned, Jeremy was standing quietly, watching her. "Aren't you curious about your true identity?" he asked.

"No, I'm not," she replied. She had no memories from before she was five. Everything she could recall was related to the Kelley family—Charlie, Thalia, and Eric had all treated her well. Over the past decade, she had accepted things, mistakes included.

Tiffany walked toward the bedroom, but suddenly, a soft thud came from behind her. Turning, she saw Jeremy kneeling. He performed a regal, royal gesture—elegant and respectful—and then slowly spoke, "But the king is waiting for your return, Your Highness."

Tiffany stiffened. "H-How do you know?" she asked.

Jeremy had wandered various places, driven by a mission he was destined to complete. Even when he left last time, it was to find the person he was searching for. But she never expected him to so directly expose her true identity.

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Tiffany felt helpless. She stepped forward. "Don't do this. Get up," she said, trying to help him.

Jeremy rose, his gaze intense. "Just like you saw with Mr. Ashton today, the king won't be able to hold on much longer either. Will you fulfill your grandfather's final wish only at his funeral?"

Tiffany shuddered. The image of Victor's condition from the hospital lingered vividly in her mind.

She wasn't sure whether she had any relation to the Ashton family. It could have been a misunderstanding or coincidence. Perhaps she had been mistaken, or maybe it was a fact. Until she genuinely investigated, no one could say for sure. But the most important thing was that Victor was no longer alive, and the truth no longer mattered to her.

Tiffany sighed softly. "Let me think about it," she murmured.

Jeremy nodded and left. After returning to his room, he sent a message to the king: "[Safe and sound, the future is promising.]"

He didn't make it too clear because he was sent to disguise himself and stay close to Tiffany as part of a secret mission. It was also his fault. Despite spending so much time with Tiffany, he had never noticed this detail. If not for the black bear recognizing Tiffany or the signs from the Treasure Pavilion's trial, he would never have found her.

After a moment, Jeremy recounted the cruise events: "[Be cautious of Morwen Xanthus!]"

Morwen's obsession with eliminating Tiffany suggested she had known about Tiffany's true identity all along, prompting drastic action. She was ruthless, and no one knew what other actions she might take. It was always better to be cautious.

The next day, Tiffany kept her promise and attended Victor's funeral. At the funeral, she knelt before the tombstone, bowed, and called out "Grandpa" three times.

The butler stood quietly, allowing other Ashton family members to storm forward, eager to cause trouble. However, he immediately had his people block their way.

"You're the one who deceived us and took all of the Ashton family's assets?" "You're just a little girl, an outsider! What right do you have to inherit the Ashton family's assets? Mr. Ashton lost his judgment and let emotions cloud his mind!" "Let me warn you, hand over the assets that don't belong to you, or don't blame us for being rude!"

A group erupted in anger, and as Tiffany rose, they broke through the bodyguards' blockage and rushed toward her. Tiffany smirked. With a few swift kicks, the leading troublemakers were sent flying seven feet away.

"Don't mess with me," she said before walking away.

The butler stood behind her, opening his mouth, but remained silent.

Tiffany headed straight for the airport. The plane landed two and a half hours later. After picking up her luggage and walking out, she ran into Grelle. In these two days, Grelle seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.

From head to toe, Grelle was dressed in top-tier luxury brands, all custom-made by international designers—pieces unavailable for sale. It was as if she had undergone a complete transformation.

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She thought, So this is the benefit of attaching yourself to Richard Hampton? Tiffany tightened her grip on her suitcase, walking past, pretending she hadn't seen her.

However, from a distance, Grelle called out, "Tiffany!"

Her tone was cheerful, playful, and energetic. But Tiffany felt discomfort.

She stopped, smiling slightly. "We are not that close. There's no need to call me so familiarly."

Grelle still smiled, seemingly not understanding. She hugged Tiffany's arm, speaking familiarly, "Tiffany, don't be so distant with me!"

"Not being distant, does that mean I should congratulate you for stealing my man?" Tiffany waved her hand, pushing Grelle's arm away.

She didn't use much force, but Grelle tumbled to the ground. The hustle and bustle of the airport meant several people witnessed the scene. A crowd quickly recognized Grelle as the recently famous "nation's darling." The one who pushed her was Tiffany, the notorious Kelley daughter from Lovell City. The onlookers sensed trouble.