Chapter 2: A Mother's Final Gift
Three days later, the billionaire invited his granddaughter to his estate.
She still felt like a stranger there.
Every hallway displayed photographs of a family she had never known.
Then the family lawyer arrived carrying a small wooden box.
“This was found among your mother's belongings,” he said.
With trembling hands, she opened it.
Inside was a stack of letters.
The first envelope was addressed to her.
For years.
Her mother had written letters for every birthday she might miss.
The young woman opened one.
"My dearest daughter,
If you are reading this, it means I am gone.
There is something I never told you.
You were never abandoned.
You were stolen.
I spent my life searching for the truth, but I never had enough money or power to find it.
Please don't hate the people who took you from your family.
Hatred will only steal more years from you.
Find your real family.
And when you do, tell them I loved you with all my heart."
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
The billionaire sat beside her.
For the first time, he placed an arm around her shoulders.
“I wish I could thank her,” he said quietly.
“She gave me back my granddaughter.”
The young woman looked at him.
And for the first time, she called him—
May you like
“Grandpa.”
The old man's eyes filled with tears.
