Returning to Ravenwood, Ste immediately busied herself, instructing the kitchen to cook up some delicious food and personally washing imported fruits for Meredith to eat. Meredith had just returned from Mondale and, without any rest, went straight to the hospital. Despite the long flight leaving her exhausted, the warm wee from Ste and Grandma Sterling, who came downstairs with a smile, melted away her fatigue. The family gathered around Meredith, offering warm greetings and asking after her well-being.


    Grandma Sterling held Meredith’s hand and said, “Meredith, you’ve worked hard.” Meredith recalled the money the olddy had transferred previously and responded, “Grandma, it wasn’t hard; it’s what I should do. About that billion dors, I’ll transfer it back to you soon. I haven’t spent a cent of it.”


    “That money is yours now that I’ve given it to you,” Grandma Sterling generously dered, leaving Meredith speechless. It was a billion dors, after all, and Meredith hesitated to ept it. “Grandma, I must return what’s yours.”


    The olddy insisted, “If I say keep it, you keep it. Consider it a gift for meeting my great-grandchild. At my age, I can’t take the money with me when I go, and I have no need for it. A billion dors-take it. Just calling me ‘Grandma,’ that’s worth more than the money to me.”


    Ste, who had returned with more fruits, overheard and felt her nned wedding gift seemed inadequate inparison. Julian had predicted this; the timing of the gift meant its value had increased. Hesitant, Ste was about to retreat when Julian prompted, “Ste, weren’t you preparing a wedding gift upstairs? Give it to Meredith now.”


    Ste, caught off guard, approached with a forced smile, carrying the fruit, “I was, um, about to…” She tried to deny it, but the olddy chided, “Don’t be coy, we’re all family here.”


    Ste then handed Meredith a bank card, “My dear daughter-inw, this is my wedding gift to you. I’m not asvish as your grandma; it’s only two million dors in there. Take it, and live well with Terry. May you give me a healthy granddaughter.”


    Ste attempted to maintain some dignity, though it made her speech slightly awkward. Meredith smiled, slightly bending to offer Ste a cup of tea, “Mom, have some tea.”


    This single word ‘Mom’ rxed Stepletely, her face breaking into a wide, joyful grin as she repeatedly acknowledged, “Yes, yes, yes.” Ste sipped the tea, then stuffed the bank card back to Meredith, “The initial PIN is thest six digits of the card number.”


    “Thank you, Mom,” Meredith said with a smile, epting the card.


    Just then, Linda arrived, and Meredith took her aside to instruct solemnly, “Linda, please ask theb to expedite the tests. Get the results to me as soon as possible.” Meredith handed over her and Bianca’s hair samples to Linda.


    “Alright,” Linda agreed without further questions, then added, “By the way, Meredith, there’s upheaval at Falconer Holdings. Bianca is critically ill, and next Monday Joy Chaucer will take over as the new CEO.”


    “That leaves three days,” Meredith noted, “Get me the results before Monday.”


    “Will do,” Linda replied, taking the samples and leaving.


    As Meredith saw her out and returned, she overheard Ste and Julian discussing. The news of Joy Chaucer taking over Falconer Holdings was out, and Ste was informed.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Ste scoffed, “I think this Joy Chaucer and Chloe are in cahoots, just waiting for Bianca to die. She’s barely breathing, and Joy’s already grabbing control.”


    Julian remarked, “With Bianca critically ill and thepany in disarray, it makes sense for Joy to step in.”


    “Nonsense, she’s not even Bianca’s biological daughter,” Ste countered. “Did you know Bianca spoke to me alone? She asked me to help find her real daughter. That Joy Chaucer, she’s actually Chloe’s daughter.”


    “What?” Julian was shocked. “Is that true?”


    Meredith, standing at the entrance to the living room, was noticed by Ste, who didn’t mind her presence.


    “Why stand? Come sit, standing is too tiring, and you mustn’t strain your back,” Ste urged, helping Meredith to a seat.


    Meredith asked, “Mom, did Bianca really tell you herself that Joy Chaucer is Chloe’s daughter?”


    “Absolutely,” Ste confirmed. “I promised Bianca I’d find her daughter, and when I do, I’ll treat her as my own.”