Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

A plano sat in a corner of the living room, and Yvette walked over to it.

Yasmin watched her in disdain, anticipating Yvette to make a fool out of herself.

It seemed like a joke to Yasmin because Yvette dared to play the piano without sheet music. Even Yasmin struggled to play without sheer music, so how could Wette, a country girl who had never seen a piano before, manage?

Yet, in the blink of an eye, Yasmin’s smug expression froze as the living room was filled with the heavenly sound of the piano.

Yvette’s slender fingers moved effortlessly across the keys as she played a short plece

From that brief performance, Yasmin could immediately tell that Yvette’s skill far surpassed hers.

How was this possible? She didn’t even have sheet music, yet she played so well.

Yasmin’s face tumed palle in an instant, unable to accept this reality. All the mockery she made earlier now felt li

like slaps to her own face

“That was amazing, Wie!” Yara and Irwin exclaimed, their faces full of delight. They couldn’t contain their pride and joy as they praised Yvette

ceaselessly.

“Who would’ve thought that Yvie had such a talent for music!” Yara added, her eyes shining with admiration.

Of course she was their precious daughter–she was simply outstanding!

Noticing Yasmin’s discomfort, however, they quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Ye, your Dad and I plan to host a grand party to introduce you to everyone. Yasmin, you and Yvie can perfoma together at the event! A duet between the both of you would certainly dazzle everyone!”

Yasmin’s expression grew even more sullen.

They were going to throw a party for Yvette, but they had never thrown a party for her!

Now that their biological daughter was back, her place in this family was slipping away.

Still, Yasmin managed to quickly suppress her frustration. She smiled sweetly as she spoke, “That’s wonderful! I’m really glad to play with

Yasmin resolved herself. She wouldn’t let Yvette have an easy time at the party!

Upon hearing this, Yara and Irwin nodded in satisfaction. “vie and Yastnin, it’s great to see you two getting along like sisters!

“Follow me, Yve. Let’s go pick a gown for the party,” Yara seld, her eyes filled with warm affection. “Yvie, you’re so beautiful, I bet you’ll look

stunning in a gown!”

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Vara’s tender gazo made Yasmin feel incredibly

Yasinin was unable to bear it and quickly spoke up, “Aunt Yara, I’d love to help Yvie pick out a gown too! I can help her since she grew up in the countryside and probably hasn’t worn a gown before!”

Yara found Yasmin’s words a little off–putting, but seeing her seemingly kind expression, she convinced herself that she was just overthinking

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“Alright. Yasmin, you can come too. It’ll be nice to choose a gown together. Both of you are my beloved children! and I will still love you like our own daughter!”

Jasmin sneered inwardly as she thought Yara was lying through gritted teeth. As soon as Claiming to still love her like their daughter was just a sham.

with Yve back, Irwin

returned, all their affection shifted to her.

Despite her thoughts, Yasmin put on a sweet smile. “Aunt Yara, I know how much you and Uncle Irwin care for me. I’ll get along with Yvie, and we’ll both be good to you.”

“That makes us very happy!” Yara said, senating warmly as she patted Yasmin’s hand.

Yasmin seized the moment to affectionately link her anus with Yara’s. Then, she cast a challenging glance in Yvette’s direction.

So what if Yvette was their biological daughter?

Yasmin had been raised by them for 18 years, and their bond couldn’t be disputed

Besides, she would find a way to drive this country girl out of the Murrey family, making sure that all the love and attention would be hers once again.

On their way to the mall, Yasmin cling to Yara and Irwin, interrupting whenever they tried to speak with Yvette. She was constantly diverting

their attention.

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Unbothered by these petty tricks, Yvette walked away for some fresh air.

“Help… Anyone… Please… Please, save Mrs. Quinn Senior…”

An elegantly dressed elderly woman with white hair lay unconscious on the ground, while her visibly distressed household staff pleaded for help

However, no one dared to step forward as they were wary of a potential scam.

Yvette quickly assessed the situation, recognizing it as a heart attack. Without immediate treatment, the woman’s life would be at risk. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

A pang of sadness hit her her grandmother had passed away from a sudden heart attack as well

Yvette bit her bottom lip and retrieved a set of needles from her pocket. She strode forward and approached the unconscious woman.

“Young lady, don’t go over thore. What if it’s a scam?”

“Yeah, you won’t be able to bear the consequences if it is.”

“That’s right, young lady. Stay back. We’ve already called 911. The ambulance will be here soon.”

“Step aside.” Yvette’s mesmerizing fox–like eyes glinted as she addressed them. Her voice, though soft, carried a hint of authority.

Despite her youth, there was something about her that commanded respect. The crowd instinctively stepped back, making way for her.

Without wasting time, Yvette’s slender fingers deftly grasped a silver needle and was about to perform acupuncture on the elderly woman.

“What are you doing?” The household staff was startled and immediately tried to block her.

Yvette’s eyes remained calm and unwavering. “She doesn’t have much time. If we don’t act now, it’ll be too late.”

The household staff shook his head frantically. “No, no, you’re too young. What do you know about acupuncture? What will we do if something happens to Mrs. Quinn Senior?”

“I’ll take full responsibility,” Yvette stated firmly.

The household staff wanted to protest further, but seeing Martha’s face tuming more purple by the second, he bit his lip and decided to take a gamble.

“Please save Mrs. Quinn Senior, young lady!”

“Leave it to me,” Yvette replied. Wasting no time, she began the acupuncture procedure. Her movements were fluid and precise–it was almost mesmerizing to watch.

Soon, Martha coughed violently and slowly regained consciousness. As her bleary eyes fluttered open, they locked onto Yvette. There was a look of amazement on her face.

“Where did this angel come from? Am I in heaven?”

Martha continued, “Oh dear, I haven’t even gotten the chance to see my ungrateful grandson get married and have children. I wanted to hold a great–grandchild-”

“Mrs. Quinn Senior, you’re perfectly fine. Don’t say such ominous things!” The household staff interrupted her. “It was this young lady who saved you!”

“Oh, wonderful. I’m not dead!” Martha sighed with relief, her daze gradually clearing.

She tumed to Yvette with a warm, grateful expression. “Thank you so much, young lady. I wouldn’t have the chance to see my great- grandchild if it weren’t for you. You’re my savior!”