Part 2: The silence was loud when the truth finally leaked.

The silver-haired man completely broke down. He instantly recognized the handwriting—it belonged to his late daughter-in-law. Years ago, he had been led to believe that both she and her newborn baby had perished before the family could ever officially acknowledge them. What followed was a dark era of silence and fabricated lies, culminating in the family rewriting the inheritance papers to favor the child they actually wanted. Yet, here he was, standing in the middle of a bustling market, holding the undeniable truth in his trembling hands.

The woman dressed in fine silk backed away, her face flooded with sheer panic. "No… no, that document is a forgery…" she stammered.

But the impoverished foster mother was already weeping uncontrollably. "She placed him in my arms right before she drew her last breath," she whispered. "She told me that if anyone ever uncovered that record, her son would finally be recognized."

The crowd had stopped filming; the entire market could only stare in stunned silence.

The little boy wiped away his tears and looked back up at the elderly man. For the first time, the grandfather truly looked at him, noticing the striking resemblances: the same eyes as his father, the exact same chin, and the identical tiny birthmark near his neck.

His voice cracked with emotion. "My grandson…"

Confused and terrified, the boy clung even tighter to the poor woman, for she was the only mother he had ever known. The silver-haired man sank to his knees right there on the pavement, surrounded by crushed oranges and his own shattered pride. In that singular, devastating moment, everything became painfully clear.

The boy they had desperately tried to erase had survived. He had been hidden away, raised in poverty, and kept far apart from his own bloodline, his rightful name, and the vast inheritance that legally belonged to him. And the wealthy woman who had just tried to publicly humiliate them had recognized the truth instantly—because she had always known that her own son was living a lie, occupying the rightful place of the true firstborn heir.

A well-deserved ending played out under the crystal chandeliers as a billionaire's security team turned their weapons on the arrogant host.

A wealthy woman slaps a "poor" girl in a jewelry store... Then the entire store knows who she really is.

Crystal lights glitter throughout the high-end jewelry store.

Diamond necklaces sparkle under the flawless glass display cases while wealthy customers sip champagne and admire gemstone bracelets.

Then suddenly—

a loud slap shattered the elegant silence.

A young woman in a pink sequined dress lunged forward and struck another girl hard in the face.

Diamond necklaces flew from trembling hands and crashed onto the marble floor.

Gasp of gas erupted throughout the store.

The girl in the simple beige tank top stumbled backward, stroking her burning cheeks as tears streamed down her face.

Meanwhile, the woman in the pink dress stood above her with cruel satisfaction.

“You can’t even afford the box!”

A mocking laugh immediately spread throughout the store.

Two wealthy friends in black dresses covered their mouths and giggled while the humiliated girl knelt on the polished marble floor, trying to pick up the necklace.

Tears fell onto the floor amidst the scattered diamonds.

“This jewelry store isn’t for the poor!” the mocked woman sneered.

Customers turned to watch.

No one stepped in.

No one defended her.

Then—

everything changed.

From behind the private VIP area, the jewelry store manager suddenly appeared.

The staff immediately fell silent.

The atmosphere froze.

The manager’s gaze fell on the necklace on the floor…

then on the girl kneeling beside it.