Chapter 11
Kimberly, catching the direction of Abella's gaze, seized the opportunity to engage her daughter in conversation. "Abella, do you like that painting? Should I have it hung in your room?"
"No need," Abella responded with a gentle shake of her head. She was simply astounded by the sheer volume of exquisite collections in her new home.
Beckett chimed in with a warm, paternal tone, "Abella, we have herbal teas, fruits, and snacks here. Please, help yourself. Remember, there's no need to stand on ceremony here."
"Please, try some snacks," Kimberly urged, nudging the platter towards Abella, her voice laden with heartfelt remorse. "I had no idea that you're my biological daughter. Or I would've brought you back a long time ago."
"I know," Abella replied softly, moved by the raw emotion etched on Kimberly's face. After all, who would abandon their own flesh and blood?
"How did you manage to find me?"
"Not long ago," Kimberly recounted, "the Wilson family issued a search notice, detailing the events surrounding your disappearance. I stumbled upon it and was immediately overcome with an ominous feeling, plagued by nightmares for several nights. So I asked your father to look into it."
"Upon investigation, we found out that you were our biological daughter, and the girl we had nurtured for eighteen years bore no blood relation to us."
"We are deeply sorry," Kimberly whispered between sobs. "It's our fault for allowing fate to deliver you into the embrace of another family."
Beckett, standing nearby, was also overwhelmed with remorse. "The blame lies with me for my past negligence." he lamented, "I brought Lola into our home without conducting a thorough investigation. This time, however, we've looked into her background. Her biological mother died in that fire, and her biological father's whereabouts remain a mystery. We've nurtured her for eighteen years, and it's hard for us to just chase her away. So we wanna ask your opinion—is it okay if she stays here? Just take her as your younger sister. What do you think?"
Indeed, an eighteen-year bond, whether with a pet or otherwise, inevitably bred attachment. Lola Medici, an exceptional young lady, held a place in their hearts that they were loath to relinquish!
Abella grasped their sentiment and responded calmly, "The decision rests with you. I have no objections."
Kimberly breathed a sigh of relief, anxious as she had been worried that Abella might resent Lola's presence, but it seemed her worries had been unfounded.
"How about take you upstairs for a tour?" Kimberly offered.
As Abella stood in the music room on the second floor, her gaze drifted casually towards the window. It was then she noticed the estate's very own helipad with three planes.
One of them was a Boeing 747SP, a globally limited edition, valued at 1.4 billion dollars—an exact replica of the plane owned by the head of a foreign country.
"Abella, this is your room. Do you like it?" Kimberly inquired as she opened the door, her anticipation for Abella's approval palpable.
"It's lovely," Abella remarked, admiring the thoughtful arrangement of the room. It was evident that Kimberly had put considerable effort into its decor, warming Abella's heart.
"Now, get some rest. Your father and I have prepared another surprise for you!" Kimberly said as she took Abella's hand. "Soon, when the maid comes to fetch you, make your way downstairs, okay?"
Abella nodded, entering the room alone. After organizing her belongings, she took out her phone and sent a message.
"Do you still have any stock of Weed of Heart?"
The recipient responded promptly with a phone call, "Abella, are you planning to make more heart-saving pills using Weed of Heart? Have you uncovered a lucrative opportunity given the recent soaring prices for those pills in the black market?"
Her laughter was light and clear, prompting a gentle smile from Abella. "That's one motive."
"The other must be related to Mrs. Wilson's condition, right?"
The speaker was Clare Fischer, Abella's confidante and business associate, who knew her very well.
"A single heart-saving pill can sell for ten million dollars, and making an additional one could save Mrs. Wilson's life. It's an incredible bargain, yet I'm left with but a single plant."
The Weed of Heart had extraordinary therapeutic potential for cardiac ailments, rendering even a modest specimen exorbitantly priced.
The cost, however, was of less concern than the scarcity of this tiny wonder; each auctioneering event yielded but a scant few.
Clare's remaining specimen was bought at a premium from someone else.
Others might acquire the Weed of Heart to probe its constituents, not knowing its true worth or the technique to transform it into a marketable commodity that maximized its efficacy.
But Abella was different. She could combine it with other herbs to create heart-saving pills.
Such a small pill as this represented the sole beacon of hope for cardiac patients who had been condemned to mortality by doctors!
In Clare's mind, the Weed of Heart realized its full potential solely in Abella's hands.
"Do you need it urgently? Should I bring it to you immediately?" Clare offered.
"No need. I'll come to you in a few days. Currently, I'm staying somewhere near your location." Abella explained briefly about her biological parents' situation.
"So you're not Jeff's biological daughter? How could such an astonishing thing happen to you?" Clare was astounded by the seismic shifts that had transpired in Abella's world within mere days. "Considering the Wilson family's treatment of you, why persist in saving Mrs. Wilson?"
Abella responded with composure, "She has been kind to me."
Throughout her formative years, Jeff and Skylar were busy with their careers, so it was Barbara who had nurtured her.
Now that Barbara was critically ill, she couldn't simply turn a blind eye.
"Mrs. Wilson owes her life to you! Had you not intervened to rescue her from the jaws of death on multiple occasions, she'd have been gone long ago..."
A profound seriousness entered Abella's gaze, and she fell silent.
"The Wilson family has no idea of your true capabilities. Mrs. Wilson's well-being is entirely your doing. Moreover, without your intervention, would Jeff truly be the wealthiest man?" Clare's frustration on Abella's behalf was palpable whenever the Wilson family was mentioned.
In Clare's eyes, Abella was nothing short of divine!
Should the Wilson family discover that all their successes were meticulously crafted by Abella behind the scenes, one could only speculate on their reaction!
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