The Perfect Comeback of the Fortune's Favorite, the Fake Heir of the Elite Family novel Chapter 7

The rescue team arrived after a long wait.

"Is anyone alive?"

"I'm here!"

As the Fortune's Favorite, every falling beam miraculously missed me. Apart from being covered in dust, I was unscathed.

My parents, shielded by the men who had pinned them down, were also unharmed.

The rescue workers said our family was incredibly lucky.

Those men weren't so fortunate. Three died on the spot, and two were paralyzed.

While my parents were gathering our belongings from the rubble, I sneaked to the hospital to visit Walker, who had regained consciousness. I questioned him about why they suddenly came to collect the debt.

"It was Peter Hamilton. He said that after so many years with the Hamiltons, you must have taken something, that you had some money. That's why we came."

Although I had suspected it, hearing the confirmation was still shocking.

My mom pulled out a crumpled red booklet from her pocket and handed it to me.

"Yes, but what's the use? The house collapsed on its own; we can't blame anyone."

I opened it and smiled even wider.

This house was probably purchased when my parents' business was thriving. Although it had fallen into disrepair due to lack of maintenance, the land area was quite significant.

"Mom, you'll know tomorrow."