Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 266 - 0266 is what she threw away with her own hands_1

Chapter 266: 0266 is what she threw away with her own hands_1

"Impossible, this can’t be!"

When Naya York saw Ellen Young appear in the video, her eyes almost popped out of her head in fury.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that when Naya York saw Ellen Young on the screen, her scalp went numb and exploded.

It was as if she had seen something utterly horrific.

She stared fixedly at the words "Edgar Mathematics Prize recipient," and suddenly remembered the news that had emerged during their last dispute.

The issues involving her had not blown up, allowing her to extract herself from the center of the controversy.

Back then, she thought she was just lucky, but now she realized it wasn’t luck at all, it was all deliberate!

"Edgar, Edgar..."

She slammed her cellphone down onto the table, her expression a mixture of crying and laughing, not knowing how much she had lost her composure.

She was so young, so very young!

This shattered Naya York’s usual understanding, and she had never even considered the possibility that Ellen Young, whom she viewed as a girl born and raised in the countryside, could be the youngest recipient of the Mathematics Prize in history.

Why, why did all of this happen?

Clearly, their Wood Family couldn’t match her in anything!

Now, Naya York was not unaware of the consequences, she felt her scalp tighten time and again, and she sat down on the floor with a thump.

After today, she would never dare to look at the comments online again, nor would she dare to think about what others would say.

***

"Snap"

In the Wood Family mansion, when Olivia Johnson saw Ellen Young appear on TV, the small round plate she was holding with a piece of pastry on it fell to the ground.

The ceramic plate made a crisp ringing sound as it shattered into pieces.

She didn’t notice any of this; her gaze was fixed solely on the girl on the TV.

This was a live broadcast show, where the girl in the camera was surrounded by a crowd of people.

Her face, somewhat resembling Olivia’s, bore a confidence and calmness she never had.

She was also elegant and noble, but unlike Olivia’s calculated grace, hers was so natural, as if she was born to stand in that position.

Surrounded by the crowd, facing such excellent people, her serene and delicate face remained the most conspicuous one.

As long as she appeared, everyone else seemed to lose a layer of color.

She was her daughter, Olivia Johnson’s daughter.

The very daughter she had once thrown away with her own hands!

She had never imagined that her own genes could mold a person into someone so outstanding.

The live broadcast continued, and Carol Sean’s voice came from behind, sharp and full of disbelief, "What is this? How did this dead girl get on TV? Aren’t her and her sister’s programs not allowed to be broadcast on TV? The Edgar Mathematics Prize, what is that?"

At that moment, Olivia’s scalp tingled; she couldn’t pay attention to her mother-in-law’s nagging and ignorant questioning. She just felt her eyes well up with tears that instantly surged forth.

A wave of regret overwhelmed her heart, and she had never thought she could ever regret something to this extent.

That was her daughter, yet the one she had thrown away herself.

Her daughter was so excellent that it was beyond imagination, better than anyone else.

And she thought the other party had just grown up in the countryside—an inexperienced girl.

Now, the truth struck her like lightning.

As she cried, her whole body began to tremble.

She realized what the Wood Family had thrown away, and what they had lost.

And it was she herself who had thrown it away!