Her mother-in-law and her husband’s mistress filed for divorce after she gave birth, thinking she was a “nobody,” unaware that she was the true owner of the hospital and the empire that fed them.

“Stop wasting time and prepare for tonight’s investment gala because the rumored CEO of Brooksford Global will be attending,” she added with urgency.

“We need to impress him if we want any chance of survival,” she continued while turning away from the window.

Meanwhile, Elena stood near the curb, struggling to hold her baby steady while trying to flag down a passing taxi in the heavy rain.

Suddenly, a convoy of ten black luxury vehicles came to a synchronized stop directly in front of her, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

People on the street froze in place as the doors opened and a sharply dressed elderly man stepped out with composed authority.

He approached Elena immediately and held an umbrella above her and the baby, shielding them from the relentless rain.

“Welcome home, Miss Brooksford, because your grandfather has been waiting for your return,” the man said respectfully.

Behind him, a group of bodyguards stepped out and bowed in perfect unison, creating a scene that stunned everyone watching.

“The private jet is ready, and we will depart whenever you give the command,” he added with calm professionalism.