na deliberately teased him, leaning in and raising her eyebrows, "So, don''t you want to get married?"


    "I have someone I want to marry and am not interested in arranged marriages."


    Frank dismissed it lightly, ncing inside the room. "Is Charlotte here?"


    From his angle, he couldn''t see me behind the door.


    Seeing na''s triumphant smile, I couldn''t help butugh lightly. Just as I was about to speak, na looked at me and said, "Niece,e here quickly. My brother is looking for you." I could almost imagine the bewildered expression on Frank''s face.


    I walked over, and Frank took my cool, dry hand. He nced at na and, with a yful smile, asked, When did Charlotte be your niece?"


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    Before I could speak, Yasmin put her arm around my shoulder and, noticing Alex and his wife teasing him, couldn''t help butugh. "Because Charlotte is my daughter, what do you think?"


    "Huh?" Frank immediately straightened up. Before he could delve deeper or confirm the truth of the statement, his nonchnt demeanor faded somewhat. He asked obediently, "Ms. Jackson, you''re not joking, are you?" "It''s true, Frank."


    I squeezed his hand and exined, "It happened yesterday, but since you didn''t return to Region Gardensst night, I hadn''t had a chance to tell you."


    Although, even if I had the chance, I might not have mentioned it. After all, I had to keep quiet to please his cousin.


    Seeing his adaptable nature, Yasmin smiled. "So, you don''t need to call me Ms. Jackson anymore. You


    can call me..."


    Frank quickly changed his address. "Mom."


    Yasmin, Alex, I were all stunned.


    Alex gave him a thumbs up from an angle Yasmin couldn''t see.


    I quickly tugged at his hand. "My mom is just joking, not so fast!"


    "Ahem." Frankposed himself. "It''s fine. Our rtionship is so stable that calling ''Mom'' was bound to happen sooner orter."


    na, observing his attempt to please his future mother-inw,ughed and said, "Do you want to add an ''Aunt'' for me as well?"


    Frank shot her a sidelong nce, "You should talk about that after you''ve remarried my uncle."ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    He cleared his throat and changed the subject.


    na crossed her arms and looked at him with a smirk, "Oh, so you were afraid he''d bully me before but now you''re hoping for us to remarry?"


    Frank smirked, "Isn''t it because you wanted me to call you Aunt?"


    After chatting for a while longer, Alex brought up Yasmin''s n to announce my identity at the banquet.


    He wasn''t entirely in favor. "Yasmin, Charlotte is someone you worked so hard to find. Shouldn''t we hold a separate banquet to make it more formal? Either in the name of the Jackson family or in your name, so everyone can see how much we value Charlotte, and no one will dare to bully her in the future."


    "I''ve considered that."


    Yasmin looked serious and held my hand, "But I''m eager for everyone to know who my real daughter is. I don''t want her to endure another day of this."


    Alex sat in his leather chair, his serious face radiating authority but also a unique gentleness reserved for juniors. "Charlotte, what do you think?"


    He and Yasmin were discussing what was best for me, albeit with different perspectives. Hearing my family think of me in this way, with such genuine concern, was a new and deeply reassuring experience. It provided a sense of stability and security entirely different from what a lover might offer. This is the magical part of blood rtions.


    Hearing him ask, I smiled slightly, "I''m fine with whatever you decide. Whether it''s sooner orter doesn''t change the fact that I''m my mom''s daughter, and that''s enough."


    "Ms. Jackson, as far as I know, Christine is still recording Slow Life, and you haven''t publicly announced your rtionship with her yet..." said Frank.


    He spected. "I don''t think Christine knows about this, right?"


    "You''re right." Yasmin nodded, curious about his intention. "Go on."


    "So we might as well..." Frank nced at me before continuing, "y the long game."


    "I investigated Christine''s background two years ago. She''s an orphan with no power or influence. Why would she know you were looking for your daughter and appear in front of you?"