The day my mother Lucy Morris was branded as a homewrecker, I, Aurora Morris, hurled the family’s authority seal right into my father Peter Morris’s face. On the flight back home, I stumbled across a video with the headline: “Billionaire’s Son Defends Mother, Beats Up Mistress.” In the video, Lucy was dressed in tattered clothes, surrounded and beaten by my several brothers. They tore her clothes apart, calling her a shameless mistress. With tears in her eyes, she desperately tried to explain herself, only to be met with mockery from the crowd. A strange woman in haute couture stood behind them, protected, saying coldly: “Alright, I know you’re doing this for me, but we don’t need to waste time on someone so ungrateful.” The guests around her wished her happy birthday and praised her magnanimity. “This is the grace a Morris wife should have! Look at that woman’s shabby appearance—how could she possibly be Mrs. Morris?” “A mistress dares to call herself Mrs. Morris? Doesn’t she know the power of the Morris family? Where’s even a hint of aristocratic elegance about her?” Hearing the title “Mrs. Morris,” I gripped my phone tighter. The screen reflected my icy expression. I’d only been away from home for three years—when did we suddenly gain this pathetic excuse for a “mother”? This video made my blood boil with rage. Right after landing, I immediately called my eldest brother Joseph Morris, but no one answered. Then I tried my second brother Oliver Morris and third brother Jeffrey Morris—no response from either. Finally, my fourth brother Jason Morris picked up, asking impatiently: “Aurora, what do you want? It’s Mom’s birthday today, we’re busy, so don’t bother us!” I sneered: “Which mom?” “Aurora, are you insane? Do we have any other mom?” Jason angrily told me to stop making trouble and hung up directly. Given his attitude, I even wondered if this video was AI-generated, specifically designed to drive a wedge between our family. Indeed, the Lucy in the video was completely different from the one in my memory. After all, everyone knew that the Morris family’s assets all belonged to my mother. Although Peter was Lucy’s husband, the Morris family fortune didn’t belong to him. All his prestige came from Lucy, so he’d always been obedient to her. How could he possibly allow Lucy to be humiliated into the trembling mess shown in the video? I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger, and decided to personally check out the banquet hall from the video. When I took a cab to the entrance, a girl got out with me. She glanced at me and immediately stood in front of me, her face full of disdain: “You’re here for my mom’s birthday party too? Isn’t this place reserved by the Morris family? How can just anyone get in?” She wore the latest designer dress with a diamond necklace the size of a pigeon egg around her neck. Seeing my simple t-shirt and pants, she looked disgusted. Thinking I’d come to the wrong place, I politely asked: “You mean the Morris family, New York’s wealthiest?” She lifted her chin and scoffed: “Since you know that, why are you still here? Be careful or my dad will make your family disappear from New York completely!” I pulled out my phone and showed her Peter’s photo for confirmation: “Who is this?” She looked at me like I was an idiot: “My dad! Oh, I get it now! You’re another mistress trying to seduce my dad! My dad absolutely adores my mom, so give up now! The last person who tried this—now my mom can make her kneel and beg for mercy with just a look!” I had my suspicions. I opened that video to show her. The girl Sarah Morris laughed until tears came out: “Since you already know and you’re still throwing yourself at him, isn’t that a bit pathetic? Since we’re about the same age, let me give you some advice—that woman claimed to be my dad’s legitimate wife, but my brothers dumped her in the wilderness. Even with a broken leg, she crawled back, insisting that my dad return her daughter. So ridiculous! Looking like that, my dad would be disgusted just seeing her! How could he possibly have a child with her!” After hearing her words, I clenched my fists tightly. So during these three years I was away, Lucy had endured plenty of humiliation from these people! But my brothers were Lucy’s biological sons—why would they help outsiders bully her? Although Lucy had a gentle nature, they knew she never let herself be taken advantage of. Moreover, Grandpa Martin Morris had long said that when I returned, I would officially take over the Morris family! How dare these people! I pushed past Sarah in front of me, ignoring her screams, and charged straight into the banquet hall. The moment I entered, I witnessed a scene I would never forget—Lucy was kneeling in the center of the hall, held down by my several brothers, being forced to lick that strange woman’s shoes.
“Stop!” I rushed forward and kicked Joseph away. He instinctively roared in anger, but the moment he saw me, he swallowed his curses. Sarah, however, slapped me across the face. “You pushed me and hit my brother—do you really think the Morris family is easy to bully?” “Sarah, she pushed you?” Hearing Sarah’s words, Joseph’s eyes instantly turned vicious. He cursed at me furiously, “You bitch, you’re just as vicious as your mother!” I was about to step forward to argue when Lucy on the ground grabbed my arm. “Aurora, let’s go.” Her face showed humility, caution, and even fear. “You pushed me and think you can just leave? As expected, a mistress’s daughter is also trash with no manners!” After saying this, Sarah grabbed a wine bottle nearby and hurled it at us. Lucy stood up to shield me, but that’s when I noticed the bruised and festering wounds all over her body. “Mom!” She was cut on the arm by the wine bottle shards, blood streaming down, yet she kept urging me to leave quickly. I stared hard at my four brothers. They quickly surrounded Sarah, looking at me provocatively. “What’s wrong? You barged in here uninvited—we’re being generous by not holding you accountable!” “Take your useless mother and get out! Even letting her lick shoes would be a gift from our mother!” Hearing their words, I was so angry my whole body went numb. “She’s your mother too!” The entire room burst into mocking laughter. “This woman must be crazy! Isn’t Mrs. Morris standing right here?” “Hilarious! First her mom pretended to be Mrs. Morris, now she’s pretending to be Miss Morris. Don’t these two have any shame?” Sarah looked at me arrogantly. “You’re so pitiful. You’ve probably never seen your father since childhood! “Well, of course—a woman like your mother has probably slept with so many men that even she doesn’t know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my dad like a mad dog!” The cold expressions on my brothers’ faces made it clear they thought the same thing. They spoke in unison, “You two get out of here! Don’t ruin our mother’s birthday party! “Not just anyone can be Mrs. Morris!” I laughed bitterly in my rage. “You don’t even recognize your own mother? Do you still remember who really runs the Morris family?” “Of course it’s my dad! You psycho!” Sarah sneered proudly. I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly, thinking, “Peter, that waste? An outsider who can’t even enter the family’s inner circle—has he ever seen the family’s seal of authority?” “Peter?” I snorted coldly. “Everyone in the industry knows his background. When is it Peter’s turn to speak for the Morris family?” My words made Sarah furious. Clearly, some people at the party were in the know. “That’s right, it’s only because Mrs. Morris doesn’t like managing business that Mr. Morris helps out. Even if he has some say now, he can’t control the entire Morris family, right?” Just then, the woman who had gone to change her shoes appeared again at the banquet hall entrance. She said, “I’ve already handed over all Morris family affairs to my husband. This is our family business—naturally, an outsider like you wouldn’t understand.”
“What proof do you have that you’re Mrs. Morris?” I stared directly at the woman before me. She laughed softly. “Do I really need proof? I’ve been by Peter’s side throughout all his business dealings these past few years, and my sons have been there too.” As soon as she finished speaking, guests around us immediately chimed in. “That’s right, Mrs. Morris has always been present during Peter’s negotiations. Unlike your mother, who’s so timid and withdrawn—nothing like a wealthy family’s matriarch.” “Don’t the Morris sons even know who their own mother is? How ridiculous!” Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions certain, making my heart tighten. I immediately pulled out my phone, ready to call Peter. However, Joseph suddenly slapped the phone out of my hand, and the screen shattered instantly. “You want to call the police? You and your mother are the ones causing trouble!” he said. The group was clearly nervous, sweat beading on their foreheads. Could they have secretly found Peter a fake wife behind his back? Lucy trembled all over, instinctively wanting to kneel down and apologize to that woman. “I’m sorry, now that I’ve found my daughter, we’ll leave right away,” she said hurriedly. Leave? There was no way I was walking away! If they dared humiliate Lucy like this in front of so many people, they’d definitely be worse in private! I picked up the broken phone and looked at that woman again. “Are you certain you’re Peter’s wife?” She sneered back, “Of course!” Too bad the phone could barely make voice calls now, or I would’ve definitely made a video call to confirm. The call went through. A familiar voice came through: “Aurora? Are you studying hard? Why are you calling me?” Hearing this voice, Sarah’s eyes widened, and those at the scene who knew Peter recognized it too. I laughed coldly. “Dad, exactly how many daughters do you have? How many wives?” The voice on the other end grew stern: “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re obviously my only daughter. Who’s been filling your head with nonsense?” Just as I was about to explain the situation at the banquet hall, Sarah’s mother, Hazel Morris, snatched my phone away. She stomped on it hard with her high heel, a disdainful smile playing at her lips. “You even got someone to impersonate my husband? It’s just a similar voice—you really think you can fool everyone?” The guests, who had been wavering moments before, heard her words and looked at Lucy and me in our disheveled state again, sneering smiles appearing on their faces. But my four brothers’ faces grew even paler. They roared: “Aurora! Your mother is just a maid at Morris Manor! It’s bad enough you have delusions, but don’t come disrupting the birthday party! Get out!” The more agitated they became, the more suspicious I grew. Had they long wanted to pamper Sarah as their sister, even deceiving Peter? Just then, butler Jay Wells walked in pushing a cake. Seeing him, my eyes lit up. But Lucy frantically grabbed my sleeve, tears nearly falling: “Aurora, let’s just go…” When Jay saw me, his eyes flickered, clearly avoiding something. Sarah immediately ran over and clung to Jay’s arm, acting coquettish: “Jay, you’ve worked at Morris Manor for so long. Tell us, who’s the real impostor here!” I stared intently at Jay, waiting for his response. However, Jay pointed decisively at Lucy: “She’s a maid at Morris Manor. Three Christmases ago, she had a mental breakdown and has been believing she’s Mrs. Morris ever since. Mr. Morris took pity on her and let her stay in the house.” Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood: “No wonder Mrs. Morris never showed her face before—she was afraid this crazy woman would impersonate her!” Listening to their cold mockery of Lucy and me, Sarah lifted her head proudly: “Still pretending? The Morris family isn’t something just anyone can latch onto!” Hazel nodded, signaling for people to restrain Lucy and me again. Sarah walked up smugly and slapped us both hard. Her ring cut my cheek. She sneered: “Do you still dare claim your mother is Mrs. Morris and you’re Ms. Morris? Letting your mother stay in the house was my mother’s mercy. Now, we’re just asking her to lick my mother’s shoes, and she hasn’t even complained. What gives you the right to hit my brother?” With that, she suddenly burst into laughter: “If my father knew you two were being so disrespectful to my mother, he’d probably throw you to the sharks! But I’m kind-hearted—if you kneel down and kowtow right now, a hundred times, I’ll forgive you!” Hazel smashed the cake violently on the ground: “Sarah, didn’t she just push you? The Morris family has always repaid evil with kindness. Let them eat the cake before they kowtow!” They were so arrogant and domineering, and even Jay was on their side. Without a doubt, that bastard Peter must have betrayed us! I suddenly broke free from my restraints and delivered a hard slap to Sarah, who was closest to me. She was knocked straight to the ground. Having been trained in combat by Martin since childhood, these people were no match for me. I fought hard to pull Lucy, who was being pressed to the ground, back up. But she looked at the woman impersonating her with red eyes, pleading: “Mrs. Morris, I apologize to you. I’ll eat the cake. Could you please spare my daughter?” Laughter erupted throughout the banquet hall. But my heart felt like it was being torn apart. How had Lucy, once so gentle and strong, become like this? Sarah crawled up from the ground, gritting her teeth: “Not a chance! This bitch dared to hit me—I’m going to kill you both today!” “Just you?” I raised my hand, and she scrambled to hide behind her four brothers. The four stood in front of me, roaring: “How dare you bully our sister? You shrew, we won’t let you get away with this!” I punched each of them once, and they immediately shut up and hit the ground. Seeing me walking toward Hazel, Sarah quickly pulled out her phone. The four brothers tried to stop me but were knocked down and left unable to move. Sarah screamed frantically: “Dad! Some bitch is causing trouble at Mom’s birthday party—come quickly!” Taking advantage of this moment, I knocked Hazel to the ground as well. The scene immediately fell silent. I helped Lucy up and found a chair to sit down. The sound of an engine roaring came from outside, and Sarah shouted excitedly: “Aurora, you’re finished! My dad’s here—you and your mother can prepare to die!” A man in a black suit walked in. Our eyes met, and shock flashed in both our gazes. I then smiled slightly and walked forward without hesitation. Under everyone’s astonished stares, I delivered a resounding slap across his face.
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