𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭, 𝟏𝟕𝟗𝟒 ⓘ I thought he'd forgotten me. All these years I'd thought he'd written up his will and simply forgotten about me. I knew he couldn't really leave money for his bastard daughter, but he'd told all the world I was his ward. There was no reason he couldn't provide for his ward.. He could have provided for a ward. People do that all the time.