Bequeathing All My Wealth To My Husband's Bastard Son

"So what? Our family has money. Mom can just buy me a spot at any school she wants!" Kian declared carelessly.

Stephen gave me a subtle glance. Seeing that I didn’t react, he continued, "Your mom may love you, but she can’t indulge you like this! Running the company alone isn’t easy for her. You need to show some ambition. How else will you help her or make her feel confident enough to hand the company over to you one day?"

Rosie chimed in earnestly, "Kian, your dad is right. Even though Daphne is your mom and will always take care of you, you need to develop your own capabilities. Otherwise, how will you earn the respect of the seasoned executives when you take over the company?"

Watching the two of them echo each other, I smiled faintly and said calmly, "It’s fine. I’ve already planned everything for Kian. I’ll send him abroad for further studies. Once he’s back, he’ll naturally take over the company. After all, everything I have is for Kian."

Hearing this, the three of them smiled contentedly.

I smiled too—but for a different reason. They thought I was naive. I thought they were laughably foolish.

During the process of arranging his study abroad, I took my son to the company every day, teaching him the ins and outs of the business without reservation.

On the day of his departure, Stephen accompanied him to the airport, gripping his hand tightly, his face filled with reluctance. Rosie also made a special trip, bringing a pile of things for my son, worried about his life in a foreign country.

The two of them gave him endless reminders, creating a warm and touching scene—a true depiction of parents’ worry when their child travels far away.

After my son boarded the plane, they watched it ascend into the sky, their eyes brimming with tears until it disappeared from view. Only then did they leave, reluctantly, with tears still glistening.

Once my son left for his studies, Rosie visited our house less frequently, but Stephen began going out more often. Each time he returned, he seemed utterly drained.

When I asked about it, he’d claim he was out with friends or had joined a gym to stay fit. On days he ran out of excuses, he’d feign sadness, sighing dramatically,. "I raised Kian with my own hands. He’s never been away from me for this long. I can’t help but miss him. If I don’t find something to occupy myself, I’ll fall apart."

Ignoring the lingering scent of Rosie’s signature perfume on him, I smiled and reassured him, "Kian will be back soon. Then, we can all be together again."

Stephen’s lips curved into a faint smile, laden with hidden meaning. "Yes, soon, our family of three will be reunited."

Four years later, my son returned from studying abroad.

Just like old times, Rosie showed up early at my house, accompanying Stephen and me to the airport.

The moment they saw my son, Rosie and Stephen couldn’t contain themselves, rushing forward to embrace him tightly as if no one else existed.

After their emotional reunion, my son walked straight up to me and got straight to the point, "Mom, I’m back. When will you hand over the company to me?"

Seeing his eagerness, I smiled calmly and said, "Let’s go. I’ve already arranged a press conference. I’ll officially hand everything over to you in front of everyone."

At the press conference, the room was packed to capacity. Journalists, prominent figures, and business elites had all gathered to witness the historic moment of the Stellar Sync Group’s leadership transition.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, I announced, "My son, Kian, will take over as the new president of the Stellar Sync Group."