Frozen for 50 Years, I’m the Lost Heir of the Billionaire Family

Frozen in 1975, I awoke in 2025, the experiment's sole survivor. With the appearance of a twenty-year-old, I sought out my now-wealthy younger brother. Suddenly, strange pop-up comments appeared:

Shes too foolish. Her brother forgot her long ago. Reuniting is pointless.

The Thornes are fighting over inheritance. Claiming kinship will get her eliminated!

Only Damian Miller truly cares. Marrying him is her only path to happiness.

Damian immediately knelt, proposing, Jessica, high society is dangerous. Marry me. Ill protect you always.

I was nearly moved to say yes when I overheard his thoughts: System, are the fake comments out?

Released, Host. But marry Jessica? In the original plot, once the villainess Emily becomes heir, you could live in luxury with her.

I gave Jessicas heir position to Emily. I owe Jessica a lifetime, but Emily will be fine without me.

I swallowed my emotional response. You schemer, I was being sincere, and you were plotting. But you're mistakenIve always prioritized my career; a little romance wont hinder me.

Seeing my silence, Damian slipped a ring onto my finger, his eyes full of affection.

Jessica, dont worry, Ill protect you for the rest of your life.

I pulled off the ring and slapped it across his face.

No need. Im going to reunite with my family.

Damians thin lips pressed together, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at me. Pop-up comments scrolled frantically before me.

The devoted male lead is being rejected, how unfair! The protagonist is such an idiot; if she goes to reunite tonight, shell definitely be thrown to the dogs by Emily Thorne!

I dont get the protagonist. Why throw away a good life to court death?

I ignored them, lifting my leg to walk away. Damian hastily grabbed me, his voice urgent.

Jessica, dont bother. Even if you go, Old Man Thorne wont acknowledge you as his sister, and theres no way hell give you any property!

I looked at him. Why?

Damian sighed.

Old Man Thorne made his fortune from your pickle stall and became the richest man, hes long forgotten his roots. Now, everyone in the Thorne family wants you dead, so why would he just hand over his property?

I saw his face full of worry and found it amusing. I raised my hand and pushed him away.

Even so, thats my business. Whatever the outcome, I have to try.

The pop-up comments went wild.

No, is the protagonist crazy? Is a home and property more important than life? Shes just asking for trouble!

The male lead is really worried about the protagonist, poor guy, hes so devoted but its misplaced. Just wait, the protagonist will regret it!

The more enthusiastic the comments became, the faster I strode towards the mansion. Behind me, I heard Damians confused inner thoughts.

Whats going on? Why is Jessica Thorne so insistent on this family reunion? Does she know Old Man Thorne has been waiting for her return all this time?

Host, what do we do now?

Damians inner thoughts: Ill just play it by ear. I wont let her succeed.

I followed the address and found my brothers estate. There were many people coming and going. Dressed decently, I blended in.

Suddenly, a woman in a luxurious dress raised her hand to stop me, scanning me from head to toe with a condescending gaze.

Who are you? I dont recall you being invited to this family gathering.

The comments started flashing.

The vicious female villainess has finally appeared. The protagonist is doomed now. Serves her right, who told her to come back for a reunion!

The villainess is Old Man Thornes beloved granddaughter, raised to be the heir. If she didnt have some tricks up her sleeve, she wouldnt have gotten to this position.

The woman before me had arrogant brows. I spoke calmly.

Im here for a family reunion.

Emily Thorne crossed her arms, letting out a mocking laugh.

Another one here for a reunion. Tell me, which of the Thorne familys illegitimate daughters are you?

At that, I straightened my back, my voice firm and clear.

I am your great-aunt.

Emily froze, then looked utterly speechless, as if shed met a madwoman. The hall immediately erupted in laughter.

Ive seen people claiming to be fathers, mothers, but its the first time Ive seen someone claiming to be a granddaughter.

If she really were the great-aunt, then Leo Thorne, who broke her only portrait, would be strangled by now.

I followed the mocking voices, spotting an out-of-place young man sitting in a corner. He had delicate features, his clothes stained with red wine, looking quite disheveled. He stared at me fixedly, as if hed seen something horrifying, his gaze filled with disbelief.

Its really Great-Aunt

Upon hearing this, the group of people who had been mocking me maliciously patted his face, laughing uncontrollably.

A great-aunt would have to be seventy or eighty years old. Shes just a young girl, looks even younger than Emily. You really believe shes your great-aunt? So stupid and foolish, youre not even fit to compete with Emily for heir!

Exactly, hes cursed. Born to an unlucky fate, his birth killed his mom, then he shattered Great-Aunts portrait, making the Old Man so angry he almost didnt make it out of the hospital. You should just quietly shut up and stay in your room, understand?!

Alright, just hit him, but dont mention Great-Aunts portrait. Thats Grandpas sore spot.

With that, a few of them moved to pour wine on him again. My temper flared.

Stop it!

My sharp command startled them, making them nearly drop their drinks. Emily coldly glanced at me.

Why are you still here? Someone throw her out. If Grandpa sees such a thing, hell get angry.

My eyes darkened. Just as a few people were about to act, the main door was suddenly pushed open, and Old Man Thorne entered, escorted by bodyguards. Everyone immediately fell silent, watching Old Man Thorne take the main seat.

I gazed at him blankly. Fifty years had passed; my brothers hair had turned white, and time had etched its lines onto his face. Seeing those weathered yet familiar eyes, I instinctively called out his name.

Jonathan Thorne

Old Man Thornes body stiffened. He slowly raised his eyelids, looking at me. The pop-up comments exploded.

Holy cow, the protagonist is too bold! Daring to call Old Man Thorne by his first name, does she have a death wish?

Look at these people, looking like theyve seen a ghost, its hilarious! Now theres a show, the protagonist is in for it!

Everyone stirred, looking at me with schadenfreude. Emilys face grew darker and darker. She said angrily.

This is an outrage! Security, immediately throw this raving lunatic out!

Several security guards rushed forward to restrain me. I ripped off the ancestral jade pendant from my neck and held it high.

I am your great-aunt. Id like to see who dares to touch me!

At this, everyone gasped.

This, this is the Thorne family heirloom from their registry. Could she really be the great-aunt?

Youve got to be kidding me. Is your great-aunt twenty years old?

But I heard Old Man Thorne say that Great-Aunt participated in a secret experiment back then. Could the result of this experiment be eternal youth?

Hearing this, a flicker of panic crossed Emilys eyes. She hastily stepped forward and intimately linked her arm with Old Man Thornes.

Grandpa, even a jade pendant can be faked. Shes just a lunatic, please dont believe her nonsense.

The atmosphere in the hall tensed. Old Man Thorne leaned on his cane, looking at me for a long time, then slowly spoke.

Bring the jade pendant here, let me have a good look.

Just as I was about to hand over the jade pendant, Damian Miller suddenly burst through the door, snatched the pendant from my hand, and smashed it to the ground.

Jessica, stop deceiving yourself. The Thorne family is not somewhere you can aspire to!

When I came to my senses, the jade pendant was shattered into pieces. My head buzzed instantly. My hand moved faster than my brain, delivering a slap to his face first.

Damian Miller, if youre sick, go see a doctor. Why are you smashing my stuff?!

Damian took the slap but didnt resist, only giving me a deep look before bowing to everyone and apologizing.

Please excuse us, everyone. Shes my girlfriend, and that jade pendant was a fake she bought online for nine ninety-nine!

She has delusional disorder; she always fantasizes about being rich. This is her medical record. Every word I say is true. I hope everyone wont blame her.

The medical record was passed around, eliciting murmurs of sympathy and scorn.

Shes truly gone mad with poverty, dreaming of getting rich by claiming kinship. But her demeanor just now was so convincing, even I was almost fooled.

Sure enough, shes mentally ill. Daring to try and scam the Thorne family. Only Old Man Thorne is kind-hearted; with another powerful family, the grass on her grave would be three feet high by now.

The medical record was handed to Old Man Thorne. His face darkened bit by bit. He waved his hand helplessly.

Alright, take her away. Our Thorne family wont trouble a patient.

Emily secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Didnt you hear Grandpa dismissing her? Security, hurry up and throw her out!

Several security guards moved to act again. Damian shielded me from them, reaching out to me, pleading.

Jessica, high society isnt a place for us to get involved in. I just want to live a good life with you. Come with me quickly!

The pop-up comments exploded instantly.

Ahhh, the male lead loves her so much! He risks his own safety to take her away, Im crying!

Protagonist, dont be ungrateful! Only by following the male lead can you survive!

Everyones gazes fell on me, filled with mockery. I understood. Damian intended to use this method to force me to leave, ensuring Emily became the heir. I slapped his hand away and spoke to Old Man Thorne.

Since no one believes me, I request scientific examination C a DNA test.

After I woke up, I frantically searched for my family. During that time, I had already learned about new methods of family reunion. DNA could help me confirm kinship; I wouldn't let anyone manipulate me.

Everyone was stunned.

Whats going on? She actually dares to do a DNA test? Could she really be the great-aunt?

Emilys smile froze, her expression turning a bit panicked.

Youre just trying to stall. Why should we listen to you?

Enough.

Old Man Thorne rapped his cane heavily twice on the floor, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Emily, go find a doctor to conduct a DNA test for her.

Emily bit her lower lip, unwilling but not daring to argue. Yes, Grandpa, Ill go right away.