Seeing that I was not responding, Reuben sighed and sent me an address. "Meet me here tomorrow."

After hanging up, I checked the address and saw it led to Griffin Corporation.

I knew it. Just from Reuben's last name, I could tell he was destined to be the classic CEO-type. Curious, I did a quick search online.

What I found made me grin from ear to ear before drifting off to sleep.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of Griffin Corporation and messaged Reuben, I saw her—the real heiress, Melanie Jordan.

What rotten luck!

I could not forget how, when I first transmigrated, she had arrogantly kicked me out of the family.

Plus, that was not all. My memories were filled with instances of her framing me, exploiting the Jordan family's guilt to bully me repeatedly.

Years ago, it was the Jordans' negligence that led to the mix-up of children. But somehow, I was the one who ended up being blamed for everything.

Melanie resented me for taking her place and making her suffer. The Jordans blamed me for stealing their biological daughter's rightful life of luxury and turned a blind eye to all the times she targeted me.

It was as if pinning the responsibility on me absolved them of all guilt and made them a perfect, loving family.

When Melanie spotted me, she froze in place with a haughty expression.

"Well, look who it is. Don't you know your shabby self doesn't belong here? Griffin Corporation isn't a place you can just waltz into."

I took a deep breath, ready to fire back, but someone else beat me to it. "If she can't be here, who can? You?"

I turned to see Reuben in a sharp black suit, walking toward us. "I waited for you upstairs for so long, and you're still down here wasting time?"

Before I could reply, Melanie hurried to speak first, her face full of eagerness, "Mr. Griffin, I was just about to head up. You didn't need to come down for me!"

Reuben's indifferent tone shattered her fantasy in an instant. "Who are you? I wasn't talking to you."

Her stunned expression made me burst out laughing.

Reuben's sharp tongue spared no one. In fact, he had nearly torn me apart with it before.

"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and follow me upstairs."

I quickly followed him, leaving Melanie, whose face was filled with resentment, behind.

In the office, the coffee the secretary brought me was replaced with plain water by Reuben. His gaze kept drifting toward my stomach.

"Say something. What, cat got your tongue? Weren't you quite the chatterbox before?"

I shrank into myself, trying to minimize my presence. "What do you plan to do?"

He scoffed. "What do you mean, what do I plan to do? We don't even know if it's my child yet. What am I supposed to do?"

I nervously rubbed my fingers together, letting out an awkward laugh. "Well then, maybe you could provide some child support in advance?"

He looked at me in disbelief and tapped on his phone a few times. "Eliza, you're as greedy and shameless as ever. Do you think I'd miss this pocket change? I just transferred it to you."

His words stung, but really, who would turn down money? Seeing all those zeros on my phone, I could not stop grinning.

Jackpot. Absolute jackpot!

When I remembered there were two more potential fathers, my excitement skyrocketed.

Reuben watched my overly satisfied expression and shook his head, unable to hide his disdain.

"Who's next on your list?"

I wiped the smile off my face, studying his expression carefully before timidly muttering, "Devon Bailey."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Well, it just so happens I'm heading to Bailey Corporation today. Want to tag along?"

I immediately waved my hands in refusal. The thought of both of them in one room was too beautiful for me to bear.

He chuckled. "Don't be shy. I'm being generous."

I tried to resist, but he effortlessly dragged me along, shielding my belly as he practically carried me into the car.

Feeling utterly defeated, I was hauled into Devon's office by Reuben.

When Devon saw us walk in together, his expression was one of pure shock. He extended a hand toward Reuben. "Mr. Griffin, it seems our meeting will need to be rescheduled."

Reuben pulled me from behind him. "No need, Mr. Bailey. Today's discussion involves all three of us."

I sat on the couch, feeling their eyes on me. I nervously pulled out the pregnancy test results.

"Um, so… I'm pregnant…" My voice grew quieter with each word.

Reuben crossed his arms, clearly enjoying the show, while Devon stared at the results, flipping through the pages multiple times in disbelief. Finally, he adjusted his glasses and looked at me. "Is it mine?"

I stammered, unsure how to respond, but Reuben cut in with a mocking laugh.

"Mr. Bailey, don't get ahead of yourself. There's only a 33% chance it's yours."

Devon shot him a glance. "Who else is there?"

Reuben nodded at me. "Ask her that question."

Under the intense glares of the two men, I shivered and did not dare make a sound. If looks could kill, I was sure they would both have murdered me already.

The two exchanged a glance before Devon asked, "And who's the third?"

I looked down, twisting my fingers nervously. "A-Aden Larsen."

Reuben burst out laughing. "Eliza, I've got to say, your taste in men is impeccable."

I immediately straightened my back and beamed with pride. "Of course, it is! Who do you think I am? My eyes are sharp and my preferences are refined!"

Devon rubbed his temples and sighed, looking at me. "Do you really not know who the father is?"

I mumbled under my breath, "How would I know? It's your fault for timing your visits so close together."

Devon let out a cold laugh. "Oh, so now, it's my fault, huh? Was it because I didn't try hard enough? Gave you the energy to find someone else the very next day?"

Thinking back to those wild, indulgent days, my waist suddenly ached.

He scrolled through his phone. "Aden's out of the country on a business trip. Once he's back, the three of us will sit down and have a proper discussion."

Neither Reuben nor I objected. Before leaving, I also did not forget to remind Devon about the child support.

Ignoring his look of disdain, I stared at the incoming funds on my phone, laughing uncontrollably.

Another boost to my savings! I could not wait for Aden to return. Patting my belly, I thought what a great kid I had.

Not long after I got home and lay down, I received a call from my so-called mother. I did not pick up, but she kept calling relentlessly. Finally, I gave in and answered as I was curious about what she wanted this time.

"Eliza, did you bully Melanie again today? Haven't you taken enough of her life already?" She launched straight into an aggressive barrage of questions.

I raised a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. I could feel my eyes stinging.

"If you're calling just to say this, I'm hanging up."

She panicked and quickly added, "Wait! Tomorrow, we're hosting a welcome home banquet for Melanie. You'd better show up."

Although Melanie's identity had long since been restored, the Jordans had never formally introduced her to high society.

Tomorrow's banquet was specifically arranged to announce her status and help her integrate into the elite circle.

Even so, why did they want me there? To make her shine in comparison to me?

I refused without hesitation, "I'm busy."

My mother sighed heavily. "You don't have a choice. If you don't come, I'll have someone take Wallie away."

Wallie was my Border Collie. When I left the Jordans, I wanted to take him with me, but Melanie would not allow it. Now, they were using him to threaten me.

I stared at my phone which was now disconnected and fell silent. Then, I asked Reuben if he and Devon would be attending. After getting their response, I felt a little more at ease.

I prayed the Jordans would not pull any stunts tomorrow. Otherwise, I would not hesitate to bring the child into play and turn its potential fathers against them.

The next day, I spared no expense on my outfit and makeup. There was no way I would let my presence be overshadowed.

When I arrived, I took a quick stroll around the venue, casually searching for the potential fathers of my child. Before I could spot anyone, Melanie cornered me.

She covered her mouth with a dainty laugh. "I thought you wouldn't show up."

Even though we were born on the same day of the same year, the Jordans insisted on treating me as the older one.

Whenever Melanie and I clashed, they would chide me, saying, "You're the older sister. Why can't you let her have her way?"

Why should I always step aside for her?

I picked up a glass of red wine and swirled it nonchalantly. "Why wouldn't I come?"

Her expression immediately darkened, and malice replaced her fake smile.

"Eliza, I was able to get rid of you once, and I can do it again. If you're smart, you'd leave early. And another thing—Mr. Griffin is out of your league. With your current status, you're not even fit to care about him."

I smiled, glancing over her shoulder at the approaching figure.

Reuben walked over with a mocking expression. "If she isn't fit to care about me, who is? You?"

Melanie's expression fell as soon as she saw him. She stammered in response, "M-Mr. Griffin, that's not what I meant."

He draped an arm over my shoulder, glanced at me to make sure I was fine, and then turned his gaze to Melanie.

"Then what did you mean? If I want her to care about me, how is that any of your business?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd as their eyes darted between us, some openly and some in secret.

At that moment, Edward, my so-called brother, stepped forward to smooth things over for Melanie.

"Mr. Griffin, this is just a little joke between sisters. Nothing serious."

Devon interrupted as he approached from a distance, "Mr. Jordan, that's not quite right, is it? As far as I know, Eliza was kicked out of the Jordan family long ago. What kind of sisters are they?"

Edward's face turned awkward. Both Reuben and Devon were people the Jordans could not afford to offend. He shot Melanie a dark look before sternly addressing her, "Melanie, apologize to Eliza."

Melanie, who was clearly unhappy, gave me a half-hearted apology before running off. Edward was left standing there, embarrassed.

I could not help but burst out laughing.

Devon walked over to me. "Is it that funny?"

I nodded enthusiastically. It was the first time anyone had sided with me over Melanie.

Looking at the two men by my side, I felt an overwhelming sense of security. I then retreated to a corner, grabbed a small slice of cake, and began to eat.

Suddenly, Reuben tapped me on the shoulder. "Look who's here."

I looked up, my eyes lighting up at the sight of the stunning man who had appeared in front of me.

Reuben rolled his eyes. "Eliza, wipe that lovesick look off your face. Didn't you get enough of him in bed?"

Realizing who it was, I snapped back to reality. "Aden? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be on a business trip abroad?"

He reached out and pinched my cheek. "If I didn't come back, I was afraid my territory would be taken over.

"Now, tell me—who are you planning to claim as the father of my child?"