As I was thinking, the phone in my hand suddenly rang. I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Chloe, are you on tomorrow's flight?" My father, Jacob Miller, said with concern on the phone, "I'll arrange a driver to pick you up."
Hearing Jacob's voice again, I was about to speak as my eyes welled up with tears.
Madison suddenly picked up the phone. "Chloe, you've been abroad all these years. Tomorrow, I've arranged for a private doctor to check on you."
I thought, "I was once deceived by such a gentle facade, only to end up with a tragic fate. But this time, you won't succeed."
I sneered in my heart, but I replied gently, "Okay. Thank you Madison."
"You're welcome, " Madison said sweetly, "You haven't seen Henry for a long time. We all miss you."
I thought, "Miss me? Is it that you want me to die quickly?"
"I miss you too," I responded with a smile and hung up the phone.
My best friend, Helen Hill, came over and said, "Wow, are you going back to inherit the family fortune tomorrow?"
If it were me three months ago, I would definitely deny it.
But now I smiled and said, "Yes."