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    Harlee knew her mother’s worry was rooted in love, but she had her own ns. She had no intention of showing mercy to Etta.


    Her mind was set on making Etta suffer before casting her into the snake pit.


    Yet, seeing Sk’s concern and Callie’s desperate plea, Harlee felt a momentary pull ofpassion.


    “I’ll agree to spare Etta’s life, but don’t think she will walk away unscathed,” Harlee said calmly.


    A fresh wave of dread quickly reced Callie’s fleeting relief.


    Her heart pounded painfully in her chest.


    Harlee carefully set her teacup down, her movements deliberate andposed.


    “She will be disfigured, crippled, stripped of her diploma, and robbed of everything she holds dear.


    Do you still wish to plead for her?”


    Callie drew in a sharp gasp when she heard this.


    Her eyes darted instinctively to Sk, silently imploring her to speak up for Etta onest time, for the sake of their shared past.


    But Sk averted her gaze, unwilling to meet Callie’s desperate plea.


    Left with no choice, Callie swallowed hard, steeling herself against the despair. She turned to Harlee, her expression resolute.


    “Fine. So be it if sparing Etta’s lifees at such a cost. I’ll ept it all.”


    To Callie, nothing mattered more than keeping her daughter alive. No matter how broken Etta returned, she vowed to care for her with unyielding devotion.


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    Harlee dered, “She will be sent back in three days.”


    Atst, hearing the answer she had been waiting for, Callie, who had been holding herself together for so long, crumpled.


    Her legs gave way beneath her, and she copsed to the floor, unconscious.


    A sh of pity appeared in Sk’s eyes.


    Callie had been by her side for decades and was like family to her.


    Sk instructed Kane, “Take her to the hospital. When she wakes up, ensure she is given a generous severance package. We should part on good terms.”


    Harlee squeezed Sk’s hand gently, her lips trembling as she began to speak.


    “Mom, if you really…”


    Sk cut Harlee off with a subtle shake of her head.


    “I’m not questioning your decision. I’m merely reflecting on the years of loyalty she gave. You have handled the situation with Etta as you should.


    Being merciful to an enemy is like nting a bomb in your backyard.


    Harlee, my only hope is that you stay healthy and happy.”


    Harlee’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying.


    Later that day, Harlee’s siblings gathered around the dining table solely for her return.


    Lonnie emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of steaming, hearty broth cradled in his hands.


    His face beamed with pride, his love evident in every line of his smile.


    “Honey, Harlee, I made this myself.


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