Alessia Quinn took a closer look and recognized J—a socialite who had always looked down on her and liked to ridicule her origins. Now that Alessia could finally hold her head high, she naturally enjoyed inviting J to various gatherings. Since J’s family had business dealings with the Quinns, she had to attend.

Originally, Alessia Quinn wanted to showcase her own glamour to J, but unexpectedly, she was met with such a scene.

Instantly, Alessia Quinn’s face turned even more unpleasant.

Instead, J tut-tutted, "It’s a pity, the Quinn family belongs to your uncle, not your dad. Your mom struggled for so many years just to enter the Quinn household and become Mrs. Quinn. Yet who would’ve thought, your uncle actually has a daughter? Who knows if another Mrs. Quinn will show up next? Oh, by the way, your mom isn’t Mrs. Quinn yet; she’s just the second Mrs. Quinn."

Alessia Quinn gritted her teeth until she almost bit through them; she had painstakingly built up her current status over the years, only to have Mabel Quinn come along and steal all her glory.

And this busybody, upon learning the truth, probably by tomorrow the upper circles of J City would all know that her uncle’s biological daughter had returned, rendering Alessia Quinn merely a joke.

She was indignant, how could she be content?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mabel Quinn, holding her daughter’s hand, followed Edward Quinn back to the Quinn residence. Daniel Harris did not join them because he knew that Edward would surely have a lot to say to Mabel, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to be present, so he left first.

Upon arriving at the Quinn home, the servants looked at Mabel Quinn held by Edward Quinn with expressions of shock.

Some of the servants had seen Mabel Quinn six years ago, while others, even if they hadn’t, had seen the memorial plaque and the portrait Edward placed for Mabel in the Quinn home.

Edward had set up a private shrine at the Quinn residence, placing all his daughter’s belongings within. He would often spend the night there, murmuring as if speaking to Clover, or as if speaking to his daughter.

Edward asked the butler to first take care of the little one, then took Mabel Quinn to the shrine.

Mabel saw her memorial plaque and portrait—it was a photo where she wore a very bright smile. The walls of the shrine were plastered with her photos.

On the plaque was written, "The resting place of beloved daughter Mabel Quinn," and below it was signed, "Father Edward Quinn."

Beside Mabel’s ears, she heard Edward say, "Originally, I thought you were truly dead, so I set all this up. Now that you’re back alive, I’ll have people remove it all soon. The things you left at the Kinston Family, your friend Alice Conley and her husband helped retrieve them, and I’ve placed everything here."

"Are you really... my father?" Mabel asked. She had imagined many scenarios of meeting her uncle, but she never envisioned that her uncle would be revealed as her father.

"Yes, actually, before the accident I had already received a call from the paternity testing center confirming that you were indeed my daughter. I just didn’t get the chance to tell you before the accident occurred. Later, when I woke up, I was told you had a shipping accident, and..." Due to various mishaps, it took six years for him to finally share the news.