Sloane had barely taken a bite when Beth asked eagerly, "Is it good? Is it sweet? Do you want more honey?" "Mom, I can get it myself…" "Nonsense!" Tony, who had appeared from nowhere, rushed upstairs holding three jars of honey from different regions. "This one is… uh…" "Overseas," Shawn interjected, leaning against the doorframe. "I had them air-freighted overnight yesterday, just so you could pick your favorite." After breakfast, Beth pulled her daughter into the walk-in closet. An entire wall of wardrobes had been replaced and hung full of the current season’s haute couture. "This one is perfect for the banquet… This one is for dates…" Beth gestured excitedly. "Ah! I picked this swimsuit especially. Next month we’re going…" Tony entered, holding a pile of shoeboxes. "Baby, try this pair! I heard all the young girls like this brand now!" He squatted down, ready to put the shoes on for his daughter."Dad!" Sloane blushed, dodging him. "I’ll do it myself…" Beth suddenly gasped. "Oh! I forgot to get hair accessories!" She immediately called her assistant. "Have Cartier send over their entire new-season collection of hairpins! Yes, all of them!" At lunch, Sloane discovered the dining room had been redecorated; the table and chairs were all in her favorite shade of light blue. The chef wheeled in a cart laden with all her favorite dishes. "I asked your master…" Beth explained softly. "I wanted to know what you love to eat…" In the afternoon, Tony mysteriously pulled his daughter to the garage. "Look! A surprise I prepared for you!" A pink custom sports car was parked inside. The license plate read "SUXI-520." "This is too extravagant!" "How is it extravagant!" Tony looked aggrieved. "If you hadn't stopped me, I was going to buy a pink helicopter…" In the evening, Sloane found a swing chair had been added to her bedroom balcony. Beth smiled. "Your master said you loved swinging as a kid… Want Mommy to push you?"Night fell. Just as Sloane was finally able to lie down and rest, her phone buzzed. A bank notification: an account transfer of 100 million. Note: "Pocket money." Another one followed immediately: "Pocket money" — another 100 million. Sloane didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she was about to reply, a third message arrived: "From the ‘pitiable person’ you called" — followed by 5.2 million. Beth had just returned when she received an invitation from a close friend. She immediately called in stylists to design Sloane's look; she wanted to take her daughter to the event. Beth, dressed in a champagne-gold gown, entered elegantly arm-in-arm with Sloane. The moment the mother-daughter pair appeared, they became the center of attention. "This is Sloane?" Lena curiously sized her up. Beth straightened her back proudly. "Yes, my daughter, Sloane." She deliberately stressed the word "daughter," her voice full of unconcealable joy. Beth gently stroked her daughter's hair. "She is now an internationally renowned medical expert and the CEO of Oliver Group Medical."Soon, Beth was parading Sloane around the ballroom, lap after lap. "See? Doesn't my daughter look just like me… This is the medical project my daughter designed; it's already received international certification!"