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In the church, the pastor was reciting the eulogy softly. Lily stood by the crystal coffin, tears flowing down her cheeks. The beautiful woman surrounded by flowers inside the coffin was her mother. Beside Lily, an elderly man with graying hair and a sorrowful expression handed her a handkerchief. "Thank you, Mr. Bronte," Lily said politely, but her tone was distant. Leto Bronte was the current head of the Bronte family. He was over sixty years old, his hair had turned gray, and his body appeared weak and somewhat overweight. He had been Lily's mother's partner for eight years, but since they only met at night, Lily was not very familiar with him. After all, he was the kind of person who usually only appeared in the news. The lawyer stepped forward and began reading the will. Lily's mother didn't have much property. She left a beloved emerald necklace which was given by her mother to Leto as a memorial of their love, and everything else to her only daughter, Lily. After signing the documents, Lily couldn't hide her sorrow. She walked out of the church and leaned against a pillar in the garden, silently shedding tears. She had lost her only relative. From now on, she would have to live alone in this world. "Don't worry about me, Mom." Lily silently prayed in her heart. "I will take care of myself, go to college, and live a decent life. I promise." After taking a moment to gather herself, she prepared to return. "Lily." A rough-looking man blocked her path. "Lily, I recognized you right away. My darling daughter." Lily recognized the man as the one who had kicked her and her mother out of their home ten years ago for a barmaid. "What are you here for? If you're here to repent, it's probably too late." Lily turned to leave, unwilling to exchange another word with her so-called father. Even looking at him made her feel sick. "Repent? My dear, what I need is money, not a conscience." The man sneered. "She must have left behind some good stuff after being a mistress for a rich man all these years, right?" "Shut up!" Lily angrily interrupted him. She wouldn't let anyone insult her mother, especially not this man. "Go away! Otherwise, I'll call for help!" The man grabbed Lily's trembling wrist. Behind him, two young men sneaked in from the garden's back gate and roughly grabbed Lily's arms, restraining her. "Let go of me!" Lily struggled. "This is my mom's funeral, what do you want to do?" "Hand over the inheritance, or else I'll have to sell you for some cash," the man threatened fiercely. The church hymn began to play, drowning out Lily's cries for help. The two men followed the instructions, dragging Lily towards the garden's back gate. Her strength couldn't match theirs, so she could only pretend to cooperate for the time being. "Ease up. I can walk on my own." Sensing a decrease in their strength, Lily seized the opportunity and stomped hard on the foot of one of them, causing him to curl up in pain. She quickly broke free and ran back towards the church. She believed that Leto could handle these people, but before she could take a few steps, a handkerchief suddenly covered her mouth and nose, and the pungent smell instantly overwhelmed her senses. In just a few seconds, Lily's vision began to blur, and she lost consciousness. ***** Meanwhile, on the other side, before the lawyer appeared, Leto's eldest son, Arthur Bronte, quietly left the church. After all, he never liked crowded places like this, and the atmosphere at the moment brought back some unpleasant memories. Many years ago, his mother had also passed away. Watching the lonely figure of that girl, he couldn't help but be reminded of his own past. Arthur took a moment to catch his breath alone in the garden. The lush vines obscured his tall figure. He stood half in light, half in shadow, exuding an air of nobility. Soon, he heard some noises outside. Listening for a moment, he realized it was Lily arguing with a man. Arthur, being perceptive, quickly deduced their relationship and the situation. This was, after all, a private matter, and he was eavesdropping. So even when he saw the man treating Lily rudely, he didn't immediately intervene. He didn't expect them to attempt a kidnapping right at the church's doorstep. When Arthur saw Lily being taken away by two men, he stepped out. "Stop." The three men in front of him were startled, not expecting anyone else to be there. Seeing the tall, imposing figure before them, they didn't dare to act rashly. "What's this got to do with you? If you know what's good for you, stay out of this," Lily's father replied, mustering his courage. He straightened his back, trying to appear more confident. "Hmph." Arthur sneered, pressing the barrel of his gun to Lily's father's head, "You have five seconds to consider. You can choose to leave or die." Lily's father's legs turned to jelly, and he quickly begged for mercy, "Don't be impulsive. We can talk this out. I'll leave right now." Arthur's tone was calm, without any emotion. But everyone present, except for Lily, knew that his words were not just a simple threat. The Bronte family was a prestigious clan with a hundred-year history in Avaloria. Over the years, they had monopolized industries such as arms, transport, and healthcare, holding the nation's economic lifeline firmly in their hands. It could be said that the Bronte family, with influence over both legal and illegal affairs, was the true power behind the nation, steering its course. Since Arthur was the future heir of the Bronte family, his words were as unchallengeable as a king's decree. Arthur smoothly loaded the gun and looked at the three men in front of him as if they were already dead. They understood that even a few seconds of hesitation might cost them their lives. Not daring to waste a second, they scrambled away in a panic, fleeing for their lives. Arthur went forward to check on Lily's condition. She seemed to have no external injuries, just temporarily passed out. He took off his coat and covered Lily with it, then carried her in a princess-carry to the living room. At this moment, she looked like a small cat in Arthur's arms. Lily's limbs were so slender, and Arthur carefully controlled his strength, afraid of hurting her. Her body warmth gradually seeped into Arthur through their contact, followed by a faint scent. Arthur settled her in the resting room and called for his personal doctor to examine her. "Is she okay?" "She's just temporarily unconscious. Mr. Bronte, when the medicine wears off, she will wake up." "Good." In her daze, Lily heard snippets of their conversation. She felt her body swaying, as if being carried. In her daze, she opened her eyes and only saw the broad chest of a man. Who was he? Where had she been taken?