Blythe''s voice was filled with self-reproach. “I shouldn''t have yed. I just..... you were both here, and I didn''t want to bring you shame."


    "Silly girl," Mrs. White said, her voice softening as she gently stroked Blythe''s hair. "You''re our daughter whether you win or lose. When did we ever say losing was uneptable?"


    "It doesn''t matter what the oue is, you''ll always be our Blythe. You have nothing to be sorry for."


    "As long as you had fun, that''s all that matters.”


    Blythe looked up at her. “Really?"


    "Really," Mrs. White confirmed with a warm smile. "Winning and losing aren''t important, as long as the stakes are within your means. Your happiness is what counts. You''ve always been independent and exceptionally talented. This little setback is nothing."


    "Besides, there will always be someone better in this world."


    “That doesn''t just apply to you. Even your father and I have never considered ourselves the absolute best." Mrs. White then nced at Jett. "Isn''t that right, dear?”


    "Your mother is right," Jett added, his tone gentle. "Losing is not a big deal. You just ran into a formidable opponent."


    "And meeting someone more skilled than yourself can be an exciting thing, don''t you think?” Jett said, his gaze shifting toward Calliope with clear interest.


    Blythe seemed to ponder his words. "But I lost three times. That means I''m really weak."


    "Recognizing your weakness is the first step to bing stronger," Jett said. "Don''t dwell on it so much."


    "Dad, are you better than her?” Blythe asked, her eyes full of hope.


    "Are you asking me to try my hand?” Jett, ever perceptive, knew instantly that his daughter''s pride was wounded and she was hoping he would step in.


    "I''m sorry," Blythe murmured, lowering her eyes.


    "There''s nothing to be sorry for. It''s perfectly normal to ask your parents for help when you''ve lost."


    "I admit, I am quite interested in her skills. Since you''ve asked, I''ll give it a try."


    With that, Jett started walking toward the gambling table.


    Calliope had been watching them. She knew they were her biological parents, but she could also see how deeply they cared for Blythe. Arbiter. smile touched her lips. Whether it was the fake Jewell family opthe reat White family, it was clear she didn''t belong.


    But she had learned her lesson. She wouldn''t be so quick to seek their recognition this time. It was better not to acknowledge them at all than to face another humiliation.


    She just hadn''t expected Blythe to call for reinforcements and for Jett to actually


    "Damn it, that Blythe is unbelievable,” Portia muttered angrily. "She can''t beat you, so she''s sending her dad to get the money back?"


    Damien, sensing trouble, put his phone away and moved to stand in front of Calliope, positioning himself as a shield as he stared coldly at the approaching Jett.


    "Mr. White, surely you''re not here to demand the money back just because your daughter lost and can''t handle it?"


    "Or are you nning to do something to my boss''s wife on behalf of your daughter?”


    "If you want toy a hand on her, you''ll have to get through me first!"


    "As an elder, don''t you find this behavior embarrassing? Your daughter lost fair and square, in front of everyone. She''s the one who wanted to y. If you can''t afford to lose, you shouldn''t y at all!"


    Calliope, still seated, leaned back in her chair with a defiant air and looked Jett straight in the eye. She spoke to Damien in a calm, firm voice, "Darien, don''t stand m his way."