How could you slander your brother like that? Quickly apologize to him!" Joy Fang couldn't sit still any longer and stood up from her seat, walking over to stand beside Ly Jundong.

Hearing Joy Fang's words, Lin Mo let out a cold laugh. The bracelet was lost, and with no evidence, just based on Linan's words, everyone was convinced he was guilty. They turned on him instantly. But when he spoke the truth, he was accused of slander and forced to apologize. Was there anything funnier in the world?

"Oh? I'm the one slandering him? Then do you have any proof? If you do, show it."

Although the woman in front of him was his biological mother, she treated him like an outsider. Every time, she would speak up for her adopted son, Lin Cohen. But it didn't matter anymore. At this point, Lin Mo didn't care. From now on, he only had one mother—his adoptive mother.

"Is there anything else? If not, don't waste my time."

With that, Lin Mo turned and walked straight out the door.

"This beast! A white-eyed wolf! What a waste to have raised him! Libo, immediately freeze his bank card. Cancel the special shuttle bus as well. Let's see how long he can last without the Lynn family's support!" Ly Jundong bellowed, his face twisted with anger.

From the beginning, Ly Jundong had been convinced that Lin Mo was after the Lynn family's wealth. He believed that once all support was cut off, Lin Mo would come crawling back, begging for help.

Libo, the butler, looked hesitant. "Sir..." he began carefully.

"What? My words don't carry weight anymore?" Ly Jundong repeated impatiently.

"No, sir. It's just that... you've never given Young Master Lin Mo a bank card. And he never had a designated car for transportation, either."

At that, the hall fell into silence.

Libo continued, "When Young Master Lin Mo first returned, you said he needed to 'adapt slowly' and should be treated as a regular servant. Apart from meals, Young Master Lin Mo has never received anything from the Lynn family."

His words left everyone speechless.

Ly Jundong's face darkened. Only now did he remember that he had deliberately withheld Lin Mo's identity and privileges. He had feared that a child raised in the slums would bring disgrace to the Lynn family. So, he had denied him any financial or social advantages, thinking he would allow Lin Mo to adapt over time.

But now, realizing how much time had passed, he found himself shocked. Had he truly never given Lin Mo anything?

"Then how has he been surviving this whole year?" Joy Fang suddenly asked, her voice uncertain. "What has he been eating at school?"

Only now did Lin Mo's biological mother consider his situation. She had always assumed that, like Lin Cohen, Lin Mo was enjoying a privileged life—being chauffeured to school, receiving a generous allowance. But in reality, she had never once checked on him.

"Well, stop talking and eat first," Ly Jundong grumbled, trying to brush it off.

For some reason, a trace of guilt rose in Joy Fang's heart. As Lin Mo's mother, she realized she had known nothing about his struggles for the past year.

"Mom... is it that Brother Lin Mo doesn't like me? Should I just leave the Lynn family? As long as Brother Lin Mo is happy, I'll do it," Lin Cohen spoke up, his voice trembling with fake sadness.

Hearing his words, Joy Fang immediately turned her attention to him, her brief moment of guilt vanishing.

"Little Cohen, what are you talking about? You're my son. How could I let you leave the Lynn family?" She turned to him with a loving smile. "Now, eat up. Later, Mom will take you to buy the watch you wanted last time."

Seeing Lin Cohen's pitiful act, Joy Fang's guilt toward Lin Mo was completely erased.

"Mom is right. We've been together for more than ten years. How can the bond we share be compared to someone who just came back a year ago?" Eldest sister Lin Xia chimed in with a smirk.

"Haha, thanks, Mommy! I love Mommy the most!" Lin Cohen turned and flashed a smile at Joy Fang, but inwardly, he was smug.

'Lin Mo, you want to fight me? Over my dead body!'

Ly Jundong let out a scoff. "Eat up. Leave that ungrateful brat alone. Whether he lives or dies is no concern of ours."

After stepping out of the Lynn family villa, Lin Mo walked to the side of the road and got on a bus. Over an hour later, he arrived at the entrance of a rundown neighborhood on the outskirts of Jinghai City.

This was the home of his adoptive parents.

This was where Lin Mo had lived for seventeen years before being found by the Lynn family.

To be continued.