Chapter 17

　　Tracey's POV 　　Having checked on my father, I walked to the living room and had a cup of tea with Cecile. 　　My father remained sedated. He couldn't recognize me. 　　"Rumor has it that you were gone for five years. After your father passed away, you came back to claim his inheritance. I argue with people who say that every time I hear this kind of bullshit. I know who you are, Tracey. You're the only honest and innocent one in this family." 　　Cecile put down the teacup in her hand and said indignantly. 　　But I knew these rumors were highly likely spread by Cecile herself. 　　"I don't have any ambitions," I said. "I just want to know why everyone keeps telling me that my father was dead, even though he's still alive." 　　The old butler replied, "Old Master got into a bad car accident a few months ago. The driver has never been found. This accident looked like a professional killer's job. We're afraid that your father's life is in danger, so we have to spread the rumors and tell everyone t