The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 A Family of My Own

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-Wyatt holds too much power,” Carl said. “Ordinary dowries don’t mean anything to him. I’m planning to transfer the Northvale sponsorship to you. That way, you’ll have leverage–Wyatt won’t be able to push you around so easily.”

“Carl…”

Carl had access to the most advanced medical equipment overseas, which made both Lu Boyu and Wyatt eager to win him over.

And now, that enormous asset was being handed over to her just like that.

Yunice didn’t dare accept.

“What’s there to be afraid of” Carl said. “I don’t believe in marriage. I’m too old for kids, and I never planned to have any. You’re Pingwei’s only surviving child. I’m recognizing you as my goddaughter.”

Yunice’s nose stung. She couldn’t say a word.

When someone’s been neglected for too long, warmth starts to feel dangerous.

She feared getting burned. Feared it was just a dream. Feared she’d never be able to repay it.

But Carl shoved the transfer papers into her hands. “Even if your father were still alive, I’d still give you this gift.

Yunice’s throat tightened. “Thank you, Carl. Or… should I stop calling you Mr. Carl?”

She hesitated, then said, softly but sincerely, “Dad.”

Blood ties had failed her. So why not go with her heart?

Anyone who treated her well–she’d treat them like family.

Carl gave a satisfied hum. Then he added, “Now for the second piece of news.”

“Your brother Oscar is back. He’s at the Saunders estate right now.” Carl looked up at her. “Do you want to see him?”

Yunice shook her head. “I don’t.”

No matter what role Oscar had played in how the Saunders family had treated her, she wanted nothing more to do with any of them.

Uncle Qing had already helped her establish a new identity. She was still Yunice–but no longer that Yunice.

Carl understood. “Then there’s no need to notify them shout the weddine. I’ll stand in their

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