Ann cautiously opened the contract. It was a residential lease agreement.
Her eyes were wary and confused. "Mrs. Ferguson, why are you giving me this?"
Wendy's demeanor was elegant, her tone gentle. "This is a private property I own in the city. Not even my son knows about it."
She continued, "You've been blacklisted online for the counterfeit goods scandal. It's not safe for you to live where you are. Pack your things and move with Ethan to the city center."
Ann's eyes flickered. This old woman kept saying Ethan was her biological grandson and knew they were currently homeless, so why offer a lease instead of just transferring the property to her?
Wendy laced her fingers together and rested them on the edge of the table. "You don't need to question my intentions. I'm doing this for your own good."
Ann scoffed internally. "Mrs. Ferguson, I still don't understand what you mean."
Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Ann, you come from an ordinary background, with no prestigious job or education. Although you've given the Ferguson family an heir, the fact remains that there is a huge disparity between your status and my son's."
Ann clenched her jaw. This old hag. Even at this stage, she was still looking down on her background.
"York always tells us how simple, kind, independent, and non-materialistic you are," Wendy said. "I don't want to personally shatter the perfect image he has of you. I also want his grandfather to see your good qualities."
"I considered this carefully before making my decision. You will sign the lease, and the rent will be paid annually at market rate."

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