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Beck turned around, his gaze falling on Maja, who stood there completely dumbstruck. She had only
just learned of her true heritage, and the shock of it was evident in her wide eyes. Her grip on Ian’s arm
tightened, her fingers digging in so hard that he winced from the pain. But he didn’t utter a word of
complaint. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her into a comforting embrace
as he gently patted her back. Maja’s mind was a tangled mess, buzzing and chaotic as if a swarm of
bees had descended upon her world. It wasn’t until Beck approached her, his voice rough with emotion,
that the reality began to sink in. “I’m sorry, Maja, for only telling you now about who you are.” Maja
stepped back, a reflex born of an instinctive rejection of this newfound identity. Beck’s lips twisted into a
bitter smile at her reaction. “You should talk to Dad,” he said. “The news of your death turned his hair
white overnight. Judith’s betrayal hit him hard, and he hasn’t woken up since.” Maja felt as if her feet
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwere nailed to the floor. She couldn’t move a muscle. She had never even seen Augus’s face, and the
word ‘Dad’ felt foreign on her tongue. Yet, seeing Augus, his hair a snowy white, sent an inexplicable
pang through her heart. The ties of blood were mysterious and powerful, igniting a flame within her in
that moment. Without time to process the whirlwind of information, she found herself taking a few steps
forward, closing the distance between herself and Augus. To her surprise, Augus chose that moment to
open his eyes. Seizing the opportunity, Beck quickly wiped away the moisture from his lashes. “Dad!
Jolin isn’t your daughter, Maja is. I found my sister, and we’ve uncovered the truth.” Augus’s pupils
constricted sharply, as he strained to turn his gaze towards Maja. Though his body was paralyzed and
his consciousness fading, he clung to enough awareness to grasp Beck’s words. His daughter. His
daughter had returned. His face contorted with effort and emotion, and yet, he couldn’t speak a single
word. The man who once commanded respect in the boardroom was now utterly powerless in the
presence of the daughter he had searched for all these years. Unable to bear the sight, Beck’s eyes
brimmed with tears. “Dad, I am so sorry. I only found out last night. Don’t worry. Dylan and I will follow
your wishes. You just need to get better soon.” Watching the scene unfold, Maja pondered for a long
time, unsure of how to react. She saw the man with hair as white as frost struggling to look at her, his
eyes red with emotion. Fearing his excitement might provoke another attack, she hesitated but then
reached out and gently took his hand. The strength of that simple touch seemed to calm Augus, and
his eyes slowly closed. A single tear traced down his cheek, though he was unaware. Maja’s voice was
soft as she spoke, her hand covering his. “Mr. Sanders
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needs his rest. We should leave him alone.” After all, he was a patient. Beck didn’t respond to her
suggestion. Instead, he picked up a set of documents he had prepared earlier. “Dylan, sign the share
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtransfer papers,” he said. In the Sanders family, Dylan held the majority shares. It was crucial for him to
relinquish his holdings. Maja watched, puzzled by the proceedings. But this was a matter for the
Sanders family, and she was not yet ready to embrace her place within it, so she remained silent.
Dylan couldn’t bear to look at her. He bowed his head, not even glancing at the document before him.
He would have signed it regardless, even had it been his own death warrant. Clutching the pen tightly,
he inscribed his name and then stepped aside in silence. Beck, too, signed his name on another set of
documents. He laid both sets before Maja. “Dad decided before he fell into a coma, if his real daughter
was still alive one day, all of the Sanders family shares would be hers. Dylan and I are willing to
relinquish our claim unconditionally. Maja, this isn’t from us. It’s from Dad. It’s your turn to sign.” With
her signature, the Sanders family company would be under Maja’s command. She would have the final
say in the family’s affairs and could become wealthy beyond measure. The Sanders name was a
legend in North America, a household with clout that even royalty would envy.
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