After losing the stepfather who raised them for fifteen years, a person is quietly excluded from the will reading with the cruel words, “Only real family is allowed.” Days later, a lawyer calls them in and hands over a wooden box containing a heartfelt letter and the stepdad’s treasured watch. In it, he makes one thing clear: family isn’t blood—it’s who stays. He had arranged a separate inheritance and a personal legacy just for them, ensuring they were protected even after his death. In the end, the people who tried to erase them were powerless, and the truth stood firm—they were, and always had been, his child.
