1235: I'm Your Aunt!

I'm Your Aunt!

Chelsea couldn't help but take a deep breath when she saw Connor getting somewhat agitated. Then she spoke in a low voice, "Connor, I know it may be difficult for you to accept this right now, but I hope you can calm down and listen to everything I have to tell you. Then you'll understand why!"1

He glanced up at her, although he still couldn't believe that she was his mother's sister.

But he tried to control his emotions as much as possible because he wanted to know what was going on.

"I am perfectly calm now, go ahead," he replied to her in a low voice.

Chelsea first poured a cup of tea for Connor, then spoke softly, "Actually, this is how it is. My name is Chelsea, and your mother's name is Sharon. We are sisters, but we don't have a blood relationship. I was adopted by your grandfather!"

"I don't have a grandfather, I am an orphan. I have no family left in this world!" he said expressionlessly.

"Well, my foster father's name is Harrison Lee. He is from the Beverly Hills, and he is also your mother's father!"

Chelsea paused for a moment, then continued, "I used to be the illegitimate daughter of a prominent figure in the Beverly Hills, and my mother was from the U.K. Due to my father's special status, he couldn't let anyone know about his illegitimate daughter. So, he had me fostered by the Lee family. It was during that time that I got to know your mother, and I treated her as my own sister..."

"And then?"

This time, Connor didn't refute Chelsea's words.

"But when I was eight years old, my identity was discovered by some of my father's enemies. To prevent them from finding me, my father sent me to England. I lived in U.K. for almost twenty years. Recently, my father passed away, so I returned to Oprana. Before, due to my father's status, I couldn't live in the country, but now I can..."

She seemed indifferent as she spoke about her father. It was as if she was telling a story about a stranger.

"So, what does all this have to do with me? What does it have to do with my mother?"

Connor furrowed his brow and asked her.

"When I was in the Lee family, I was always treated as an outsider. All the members of the Lee family didn't like me. They thought I would compete with them for the family's wealth. But only your mother took care of me. I always regarded your mother as my own sister!"

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But later, your mother fell in love with your father. Harrison didn't agree with their relationship because the Lee family is a prominent family in the Beverly Hills. They felt that your father was not worthy of your mother. In the end, your mother chose to elope with your father and cut ties with the Lee family..."

Connor stared at her, his expression filled with disbelief because he had no knowledge of these things.

"And the reason your mother told you that your grandfather had already passed away was because she didn't want you to have any connection with the Lee family!"

Chelsea continued to explain, looking at him.

"I still have relatives in this world?" he said with a surprised expression.

"They can't really be considered relatives, after all, the Lee family doesn't acknowledge your mother's identity, so naturally, they won't acknowledge yours either!" she said calmly.

Connor looked at Chelsea in front of him and was having a hard time accepting all this.

"Your mother did me a great favor, so I always remembered that favor. I also learned about your mother's death later, but at that time, I couldn't come back. I always felt guilty, so I wanted to make it up to you. That's why I intentionally got close to you, and I intended to give you this club!" she continued.

"But why have I never seen you before? I've never heard my mother mention you!"

He asked her.

"Your mother wouldn't mention any member of the Lee family because if the Lee family knew about your existence, they would see you as a threat to their wealth. It would be very dangerous for you!"

She explained and then continued, "And you have actually met me before..."

After saying this, Chelsea once again took out a photo.

In the photo, Chelsea looked to be about six or seven years old, and she was holding a boy in her arms.

"This is a photo taken on your one-month celebration. At that time, I was only six years old!"

Chelsea smiled as she spoke.

He looked at the photo in his hand, his facial expression filled with shock. He couldn't believe that it was true.

"How can you prove that what you're saying is true?" he asked in a low voice.

"Do I need to prove something like this? I'm giving you such a big club for free. That's the best proof!"

She blinked her eyes and continued, "If you don't believe what I'm saying, you can use your connections to investigate. I think you should be able to find out easily about the relationship between me and your mother..."

"I will investigate!" he said in a low voice.

"So, the reason I got close to you and handed over such a big club to you is simply because I am your aunt, whether you acknowledge it or not, I am your aunt!"

Chelsea said with a smile to Connor.

"I don't have an aunt like you!" he said with a disdainful expression.

"Why are you like this? I've already made it so clear to you. I am your aunt. Call me 'Aunt' already..."

Chelsea pulled his arm and shouted.

"I don't know if what you're saying is true or not. Let me investigate and find out the truth!"

He couldn't accept the fact that he had an aunt, so he replied with a serious expression.

"Alright then, no matter what, I am your aunt!"

She didn't continue to urge him and simply nodded gently.

"Do you know who killed my mother?"

After hesitating for a moment, he asked her in a low voice.

"I think it's very likely to be someone from the Rockefeller family!" she replied calmly.

"Do you know who my father is?" he quickly asked.

"I'm not too sure about that. Your father's identity is very mysterious. He's the person in charge of Rockefeller's area. If you want to know your father's true identity, you can only investigate through Rockefeller's people!"

Chelsea replied.

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