"My daughter plays the piano beautifully, I’ll have her perform for you next time…" Sloane was pulled everywhere by her mother to be "shown off," her cheeks flushing red, but she was helpless to stop it. Tony wasn't to be outdone, activating his own bragging mode among the men: "My daughter was accepted into medical school at sixteen! Look, this is my daughter's award, an international medical grand prize! My daughter…" Shawn couldn't watch anymore, secretly complaining to Lucas, "My uncle, who's usually the quietest, is like a broken record today." Lucas just smiled and shook his head, his gaze never leaving Sloane. Just then, Beth suddenly pulled her daughter to the grand piano in the center of the ballroom. "Sloane, play a song for me, won't you?" she asked, looking at her daughter with anticipation. "I want to hear…" Sloane nodded, a mix of helplessness and affection, as her slender fingers danced across the keys. When the song ended, the room erupted in thunderous applause.Beth hugged her daughter excitedly. "My daughter is amazing!" She turned to the crowd. "It's just a pity… I missed so much of your childhood…" Tony immediately stepped in to save the situation, raising his glass. "Thank you all for witnessing our family's reunion. Next month is my daughter's birthday, and the Oliver family will be hosting the grandest banquet. You must all honor us with your presence!" In the car on the way home, Sloane leaned on her mother's shoulder. "Mom, weren't you exaggerating a little too much today…" "How was that exaggerating!" Beth said, full of self-righteousness. "My daughter is this outstanding; of course I have to let the whole world know!" From the front seat, Tony added, "By the way, baby, I ordered you a private jet, the interior is all done in the style you like…" Shawn rolled his eyes. "You’re going to spoil her rotten like this." "We’re happy to!" Tony and Beth said in unison. Lucas silently took Sloane’s hand, whispering in her ear, "It looks like I’ll have to work twice as hard to be worthy of the Oliver family’s little princess." Sloane smiled and squeezed his fingers, her heart feeling sweet as honey. Being cherished so completely and unreservedly by her parents was a happiness she had never dared to imagine. To make up for missing Sloane's childhood, Beth and Tony had specially prepared twenty-two birthday gifts. Twenty-two meticulously wrapped boxes were arranged neatly on a long table, each labeled with an age. Beth took Sloane’s hand, her voice gentle. "Baby, these are the birthday gifts I prepared for you every year, from one to twenty-two…" Sloane’s fingers trembled as she first opened the box labeled "1 Year Old." Inside was a pure gold anklet, engraved on the back with "To our beloved Sloane, happy 1st birthday." "I had this ready the year you were born…" Beth said as she put it on for her, tears falling onto the gold. Tony picked up the "5 Years Old" box. "Little girls this age should like dolls…" Inside was a limited-edition antique doll, wearing a small dress similar to one Sloane had worn as an infant. Opening each box was like reclaiming a piece of lost time. The 10-year-old’s diamond hairclip, the 15-year-old’s custom violin, the 18-year-old’s coming-of-age necklace… When she opened the "22 Years Old" box, Sloane froze—inside was a key and a deed. "These are the ownership documents for the Oliver Group Medical Research Center," Tony said proudly. "I know you want to advance cancer research. This will be your new starting point."