"I don’t need more money," Freya said firmly, her tone calm but resolute.
"Winters Corporation is doing well under Orion’s management. And I’m a jewelry designer—I earn enough. More than enough, actually."
She kept her eyes on the stack of documents laid before her—papers detailing multiple properties, shares in major corporations, and an overwhelming sum of wealth now listed under her name.
"It’s your birthright, Freya," Arvin said softly, his voice carrying both pride and pleading. "Everything I own—every single thing—is for you."
"But this is too much," Freya murmured, shaking her head slightly before glancing at her mother for silent support.
Arvin’s gaze softened, the faintest of smiles forming on his lips. "These are all yours. You are my only daughter, my only heir."
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