Julie directly hung up the phone after saying that. When Bill heard Julie's response, he was pleased. He tucked his phone away and prepared to return to the other room to talk to his daughter.

When he opened the door and came out however, he saw a figure stumbling to the ground, her hands tightly holding the presidential suite's beautiful wool carpet.

Bill looked more closely and saw that it was his daughter shaking uncontrollably, with her eyes wide open.

"Did you Listen in on my conversation when I was on the phone? “

Bill was stunned for a few seconds before he figured out what had happened.

Vivian's nod was as robotic as a marionette's.

“Dad... What did I overhear? I... I'm not the Jenkins family's biological daughter, too?"

It was true that Vivian had Listened in on the phone call from start to finish.

Bill was also at fault. Although he went to another room to make the call, he did not lock the door.

Vivian could hear every word he had just said through the door's crack. Vivian's life had seemingly come crashing down around her, and she was convinced she was losing her mind.

As it turned out, she was also not her mother's biological daughter. She was also an adopted child!

Just Like Maria!

She then thought of the wealthy and influential Smith family and that rich and powerful old man! It turned out that none of these have anything to do with her!

Vivian was stunned and even a little scared out of her wits!

Indeed, this was the very first time that her pride had to take such a severe beating. She felt deeply wounded.

Only then did she realize that she was not entitled to anything from the Smith and Jenkins families. She was no rich heiress. She wondered whether she was a pathetic orphan adopted by her parents from an orphanage or an abandoned baby picked up from somewhere.

No! Never! Vivian couldn't digest this fact! She raised her head high to look at her father. Bill was his usual self. There was no sign of disgust or distance on his face. He seemed completely accepting of her.

Vivian grabbed her father's wrist tightly as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw.

“Dad! Although... although I may not be your biological daughter, I did grow up in this family. You always treated me Like your own flesh and blood. We have been Living together for such a long time. You loved me, guided me, advised me and sheltered me. Surely you must have some tender feelings for me? We are a happy, loving family, aren't we? We have shared so many memorable moments together. You and Mom have always treated me as your own daughter, right? Not once did I ever feel discriminated against. I felt eternally blessed to have such wonderful parents as you. Dad! Say something!"

Bill was stunned by her speech but soon nodded.