My foster mother passed away, leaving me a badge to recognize my relatives. In the same year, I met Henry, the heir of the Dubois family, who treated me like a rare treasure when I was alone. In the second year of my marriage, I finally found a relative. As soon as I entered, I found out it was the equally famous Barclay family, and Henry was there too. He looked at the badge and said it was fake. I fled in a panic and kept silent about the matter of kinship. It was not until a month later that I accompanied Henry to the banquet. The two young men whispered to each other, "The Barclay lady's badge was obviously fake. How come no one exposed it?" Another man quipped, "Henry Dubois was once a top treasure connoisseur. Do you think he can't tell? It was just that he couldn't bear to see the woman he loved become a fake noble lady."