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Clover's assertive declaration effectively quelled the murmurs of doubt. After all, as the only daughter of the former head of the Xanth family, Rose did not need to resort to deceptive tactics for the Young family's wealth. Besides, her obliviousness to the DNA test further emphasized Miles' role in orchestrating the situation.

All eyes turned to Miles, but he looked toward Harriette instead. "Rosie is, without a doubt, Grandpa's biological granddaughter. I can attest to Rose's Young family lineage with absolute certainty. As for how Rosie came to be Grandpa's granddaughter..." He paused and shifted his gaze to Elijah. "The answer is simple. Rosie's mother is Grandpa's daughter. Mr. Xanth, wasn't Rosie's mother named Henrietta?"

Elijah nodded calmly. "Yes. Her name was Henrietta."

"But-" Just as Rose opened her mouth to speak, another voice joined hers.

"But her mother's name is Celeste..." Harriette blurted, her tone urgent and almost involuntary. Realizing her slip-up, she found herself the target of surprised and suspicious glances.

Rose and Miles both eyed her with shock as they wondered how she knew about Celeste.

"Etta..." Miles began, prepared to question her.

However, Harriette quickly cut him off, her voice nervous but steady. "I like Rosie, so I did some digging into her past. That's all..."

"Could it really be that simple?" the same thought flashed in Miles' and Rose's mind.

Miles' frown gradually relaxed, but Rose couldn't shake the strange feeling stirring inside her. Still, she didn't dwell on it for too long, for Harriette's words echoed her own confusion.

"My mom's name is indeed Celeste," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

In her memory, her mother had always been known as Celeste, so there was no way she could possibly be Henrietta.

Miles gazed at Rose as though he had anticipated her question. He explained, "Celeste is Henrietta. Grandpa was just as surprised when he found out.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"He mentioned that Aunt Henrietta swore never to take the Young surname again when he fell out with her years ago. But I guess she ultimately chose to reclaim the name 'Young' after she left Regalia."

He continued, "Aunt Henrietta always held Grandpa and the Young family close to her heart. When Grandpa realized that Celeste was his daughter Henrietta, he found peace, knowing she had forgiven him." "Henrietta... Celeste..." Rose repeated the names in her mind. She had never connected the two, and learning they were the same person felt surreal.

Her mother, Celeste, was Henrietta-the daughter Oliver had been searching for all those years.

Everything finally made sense.

Rose recalled that when she met Oliver on her mother's birthday, he told her it was also his daughter's birthday. It turned out they had both been thinking of the same person. "So, Grandpa had known all along that I was his biological granddaughter?" she mused as images of Oliver filled her mind.

Miles gently ruffled her hair. "Rosie, Grandpa's will was always meant for you, not Kelly."

Rose's emotions were a jumbled mess. She had never sought the Young family's wealth and had no interest in inheriting it now. "Miles, I'm not suited for managing a company..." "Especially not one as vast as Young Group," she thought.

Miles smiled knowingly, recognizing her humility. After all, she had successfully managed Henrietta's Celeste Group. However, he didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Don't worry. I'll help you with anything you need. You can pursue your passions, but Young Group will always be yours. Fulfilling Grandpa's wish means passing it on to you." For so long, Young Group had been under Miles' meticulous management.

Only now did Rose realize that all those late nights and endless efforts to consolidate the Young family's businesses and tighten his contro over Young Group were for this moment when he could hand everything over to her, in line with Oliver's wishes.

"Miles, I..." Rose found herself at a loss for words. She looked at Miles, seeing warmth and tenderness in his expression as he smiled encouragingly at her. "Rosie, don't let Mr. Young Senior's final wish or Miles' sincerity go to waste," Elijah's voice suddenly rang out.

While he didn't care about Young Group's wealth, he understood the deeper meaning behind Miles' actions. Even Clover couldn't help but look at Miles with newfound respect.

Miles currently had control over

Young Group. He had the power to keep the will, the DNA results, and Rose's true identity a secret. If he had chosen to, the entire Young Group could have remained in his hands.

Yet, it appeared such selfish thoughts never crossed his mind. Everything he had done was for Rose and to fulfill their grandfather's final wish.

In the world of business, where self-interest usually ruled, it was rare to find someone like Miles who acted out of gratitude and selflessness. Clover raised an eyebrow, realizing for the first time that competing with Miles was unnecessary. He finally spoke up.

"That's right, Rosie. As Mr. Young

Senior's only blood relative, you're

fulfilling his legal and rightful wilt by

inheriting Young Group. No one

would dare speak against it.

His tone held an unmistakable warning-anyone foolish enough to criticize or contest Rose's claim would have to face him first.

Under the weight of Clover's words, even Yara, who had been burning with jealousy, felt her confidence waver.

She could only grit her teeth in frustration as she watched Rose, who had just been named the eldest daughter of the Xanth family, become the rightful heiress to Young Group. With her newfound status in two of the most powerful families, Rose had completely stolen the spotlight.

As Yara simmered in her jealous rage, her gaze eventually landed on Eleanor, who was standing at the edge of the crowd.

Eleanor's expression was unmistakably one of excitement. It had been a long time since she had shown such enthusiasm.

Her whole body was trembling slightly as she murmured, "Good. This is very good..." It was clear that she was thoroughly pleased.

"Mom, would you like me to escort you over there?" Lizzie asked, gesturing toward where Rose, Jonathan, Miles, Clover, and even the much-admired Elijah stood. However, just as Eleanor was about to approach, she changed her mind.

"No need," she said, casting a meaningful glance at Rose before lowering her gaze thoughtfully.

"We're all family now, so there's no rush. By the way, leave the Lindisfarne Gospels behind. You don't have to showcase your calligraphy skills today," she added.

With Rose now in the picture, Lizzie no longer needed to orchestrate a meeting between her and Elijah. Eleanor had no reason to worry anymore.

As if struck by a sudden thought, she murmured to herself, "We can't afford to delay their wedding. Preparations need to begin soon."

With Rose's prestigious status, having Jonathan marry her would be a significant step up for the Finch family.

Meanwhile, Lizzie kept her expression calm when she heard Eleanor's words, but beneath her polished exterior, she was fuming.

Her forced smile masked the dark emotions churning inside her, and she replied smoothly, "Of course, Mom. I'll take my leave now."

As soon as Lizzie left, Harriette, who was still amidst the crowd, received a message from her.