Hear me out..." His words were laced with insults, as usual.

Stefan's expression turned frosty, poised to step in, but Raegan had already deftly struck Brent's knee, causing him to howl in agony.

“Ouch! Ouch!" Brent crumpled to the ground, hurling curses, “You little bitch! Attacking me? I'm your fucking uncle, practically your father! You ingrate! Now that you're somebody, you dismiss your own kin?"

Raegan responded with disdain, "What kind of man are you, really?

Absent when your mother passed away, never once visiting her resting place?"

Raegan remembered her trip to Tenassie with Janey, honoring the woman who had cared for her as her own despite no blood relation. On one occasion outing for fun in childhood, Raegan somehow got lost with her family. With a memory loss of her own family due to a hit, she was in a dire situation until Brent's mother adopted her out of mercy. That woman's unwavering kindness had always moved Raegan.

Raegan had inquired with the graveyard keeper about other visitors and left her contact details, requesting to be notified of any, yet no one ever came.

Brent, jarred by Raegan's mention of his mother, recalled his purpose for seeking her out and hastily softened his tone. "Ah, I forgot about that. Raegan, my family took you in. You will compensate me the fees of my family raising you, right?"

Raegan retorted, "Did you squander the three million already?"

"Why dredge up the past..." Looking away, Brent muttered, "I got scammed, okay?"

Raegan suspected the money had gone to his gambling habits. "I had cleared your three-million debt back then. That's more than enough."

Her voice was icy. "I won't give you more. Leave."

Brent, desperate as Raegan turned to depart, blurted out a threat, “Damn you! I'll tell the press about how ungrateful you are! After all my family did for you, this is your thanks?"

Raegan's gaze was steady and cool. “Try it. See what happens."

Raegan knew Brent wouldn't dare to do so. Revealing himself would attract too much unwanted attention.

As Raegan stepped into the car, Brent made a last-ditch claim, “Hold on! I'm privy to your secret!"

Raegan's demeanor turned slightly frosty as she halted in her steps.

“What secret?"

Brent, gathering himself despite his injury, wasted no time in getting to the point. “You give me money, and I'll tell you."

"Then forget it, I don't want to know." As she said this, Raegan turned to get in the car.