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    Go ahead and give it a try.”


    Brenton, Kareem, Fleming, Clint, and Fletcher looked up from the simple bread and milk in front of them, eyes flicking to the rich, fragrant broth in Lonnie’s hands.


    A wave of envy swept over them.


    In the Sanderson family, the daughter was cherished, while the sons seemed to be overlooked.


    Harlee’s siblings hade home to join her for dinner, although they had already eaten.


    To ease the tension, they jokingly feigned jealousy.


    “Dad, what about us?”


    “Yeah, we want some too…”


    Lonnie chuckled and gently tapped each of their heads.


    “Be grateful for what you have. What else do you want?”


    Harlee nearly choked on her broth, caught off guard by Lonnie’s harshness toward her brothers.


    Sk reached over and patted her back.


    “Harlee, are you alright?”


    All eyes shifted to Harlee.


    Harlee set her spoon down, looked up with seriousness in her eyes, and reassured them, “I’m fine.


    Don’t worry about me.”


    She knew their concern wasn’t just about her choking on the broth, but about Rhys’ incident.


    At first, she had struggled to ept Rhys’ fall from the cliff, drowning in guilt and self-me.


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    But now, she had made peace with it. She had decided to wait for his return, no matter how long it took.


    With a firm resolve, Harlee ced her hands on the table and looked at them all.


    “I’m truly okay. I won’t give up searching for Rhys.


    And most importantly, I won’t do anything foolish to harm myself because of Rhys’ incident.”


    Despite her words, their worry lingered until Lonnie firmly said, “Alright!”


    Only then did the rest of the Sanderson family’s men speak in support.


    “Harlee, whatever happens, I will be your strongest support,” Brenton said.


    “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m more than capable of helping,” Kareem added, his tone serious.


    “Count me in,” Fleming said, his voice full of resolve.


    Trying to lighten the mood, Clint shed a grin.


    “Though I’m not as skilled as the others, if you need someone to liven things up, I’m your guy!”


    “Same here! I usually go fishing with a few big shots. If you ever need help, don’t hesitate. I’ll do whatever it takes for you,” Fletcher boasted.


    For the first time, the Sanderson family had spoken in perfect harmony. Mindful of overwhelming Harlee, they avoided listing their respective strengths and resources.


    Harlee felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude wash over her. She stood, her heart full, and bowed deeply to her family.


    “Having all of you by my side fills me with so much happiness.”


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