Chapter 410


    If Neil had a favourite person, it would definitely be Lillian.


    She was the smartest, strongest woman he’d ever met.


    So, when Lillian passed away, he was steeped in sorrow, unable to face reality, and feeling


    increasingly lonely.


    That’s when Cristina barged into his life.


    Over the years, Neil had projected all his guilt and unresolved regrets about Lillian onto Cristina.


    But tonight, in this brief dream, he saw Lillian..


    He missed her so much, that’s why he saw her in his dream.


    Lillian was always easy–going. She didn’t blow a gasket, just asked him sadly.


    “Why did you treat Maja like that?”


    “I raised her. She’s my daughter.”


    Neil woke up coughing, a bit of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.


    He didn’t have Lillian’s wisdom.


    If Lillian were still alive, she would never take out her emotions on Maja.


    After all, even if there was a mix–up with the baby, Maja was innocent.


    She’d never done anything to hurt him over the years.


    Neil took a deep breath, trembling as he picked up his phone and dialled hiswyer’s number.


    Thewyer rushed over in the middle of the night.


    Meanwhile, Tricia, outside the door, overheard themotion and asked resentfully.


    “Haven’t you been in touch with Holden several times? As long as you agree. I can marryn, I really


    like him. Maja is a nobody. How can she ever be worthy of someone so noble.”


    Neil looked disappointed and said, “Let me think about it.”


    Tricia excitedly returned to her room without any concern for his condition.


    Half an hourter, thewyer arrived.


    Neil, furious at Tricia’s words, wiped the blood from his mouth before speaking.


    “Draw up my will. All my shares go to my daughter, Maja.”


    Neil blinked, tears rolling down his cheeks, realizing the one who cared about him most was Maja.


    So what if she wasn’t his biological daughter? Even though he felt a tinge of resentment, he had raised


    her all these years.


    He rubbed his temples, realizing it was Maja’s 24th birthday, and he hadn’t even prepared a cake. He


    felt terrible.


    Coughing, his palms were stained with blood.


    “No one from the Pennyfeather family can take the shares from her for any reason. As for Tricia, give


    her three million dors cash and make her leave Greenfield in two days, or she won’t get the three


    million either.”


    A cold–hearted biological daughter and an adopted daughter who truly cared about him.


    He knew whom to choose.


    But he still deeply missed the child Lillian had given birth to.


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    “Tell Maja she must find that child. If she does, give the child some money so she can live worry–free.


    The Pennyfeather family shares still belong to Maja.”


    His eyes closed from exhaustion. The sessive blows had left him utterly worn out.


    “Help me sort out what I want to say, and meet Maja tomorrow.”


    He had sworn never to let her suffer, but on her birthday, such an embarrassing incident had urred.


    He had made such an outrageous demand.


    “Mr. Pennyfeather, I understand, don’t get too worked up.”


    The next morning.


    As Maja was about to head to the Pennyfeather group, she opened the door to find thewyer looking


    for her.


    She thought she had somehow got caught up in a legal case.


    After they sat down in the living room, thewyer passed on Neil’s words.


    Maja was speechless from heartache.


    “He said he was sorry for his behaviour yesterday. He lost his temper and made an outrageous


    demand. He said he needs to rest at the Pennyfeather family for a while. You don’t have to visit him.


    Thirty–five percent of the shares are all yours. Tricia will get three million dors cash from Mr.


    Pennyfeather’s ount.”


    Maja, her eyes red, felt like her heart had been crushed.


    As thewyer was about to leave, he added.


    “Mr. Pennyfeather may have said some harsh words yesterday, but he also cried a lotst night. He’s


    fifty–three now, a series of incidents have turned his hair white, and he coughs up blood every few


    sentences. He even asked me to tell you, Lillian loved you like her own daughter. She was most


    worried about you before she died, so you are her daughter. Mr. Pennyfeather also said he doesn’t


    have much to leave you. If you want to pursue a career in painting, then sell these thirty–five percent


    shares. The money should be enough for you to chase your dreams. That’s what Lillian would have


    wanted.” After passing on the message, thewyer nodded slightly and said, “I have to leave now. I still


    have some documents to prepare.”


    As thewyer was leaving the room, he remembered Neil’s reminder and quickly added.


    “Mr. Pennyfeather asked me to tell you he’s sorry for giving you the worst birthday ever.”