Far enough to erase.
That was why the heir grew up polishing silver, carrying trays, and learning which doors not to enter in her own home.
The older woman in gold was not just shocked.
She was terrified.
Because for years she had acted as if her son would inherit everything.
And if this girl was the true heir, then the life the woman in gold had dressed herself in — the place at the head table, the power, the future — had all been borrowed.
The maid’s eyes filled, but she kept her voice steady.
“You knew?”
The older man answered carefully.
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