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    Harlee interjected, “I’m here solely to honor amitment from the past, for Paulina’s sake.” The fate of the Fletcher family was irrelevant to her.


    With that, Harlee looked ahead, stepped forward, and entered the vi. The former butler’s face turned red with shame. He remained silent, following them with his head bowed.


    In the same living room of the same vi where, ten years earlier, Samson had forced Serena into a marriage alliance with threats of starvation, the dynamics had dramatically shifted. Now, it was Serena who controlled their destinies.


    The once-flourishing Fletcher family was now just Samson and his immediate family, a mere three in total.


    Samson had changed intofortable loungewear and made his way slowly down the stairs, his expression calm. He showed no fear of being taken prisoner. Were it not for the armed guards pressing guns into his back, he might have appeared to be greeting guests.


    Brinley, dressed in a Chanel jacket and high heels, radiated elegance. Yet, this was her first experience with a firearm aimed at her, and fear was evident in her demeanor.


    Once downstairs, the family of three settled onto the long sofa. Samson sipped his tea and looked up to see a striking woman and a strange man entering the room, their presence emitting an unsettling aura.


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    Samson was momentarily captivated by the woman’s unparalleled beauty, so much so that even the man’s threatening look couldn’t shake him. It was only when Serena entered the living room that Samson snapped back to reality.


    Serena followed Harlee with a cold expression, stepping over the threshold and into the room. As soon as her eyes met Samson’s, her heart tightened uncontrobly. In a daze, it felt as though she had been transported back to her time with the Fletcher family. When she had just been adopted, she felt happy and carefree, getting everything she wanted. However, by the third year after her adoption, as her siblings were born, her life took a sharp turn for the worse. Suddenly, she was less than an afterthought, mistreated even by the Fletcher family’s household staff. No one showed any care for her. All they sought was to use her for their own gain.


    During that time, she lived in a daze, questioning herself each night about what she had done to deserve their hatred. It wasn’t until Harlee entered her life that she recognized her innocence. It was not her, but those who mistreated her, who were the true monsters. And she realized she wasn’t born to serve the Fletcher family. She was entitled to her own fulfilling life.


    “Serena?” Brinley’s voice, filled with surprise, snapped Serena out of her reverie.


    Serena cast a nce at the family of three and said, “Hello, Mr. Fletcher, Mrs. Fletcher!”


    “How dare you return, you ungrateful ingrate!” Brinley scolded Serena fiercely. “You ungrateful creature! I would have been better off raising a dog. At least it would show some gratitude. Raising you was a thankless task, and now you turn against me! I should have left you to starve in the orphanage! You…”


    Serena, unfazed, simply shook her head and swiftly pped Brinley across the face. The sharp sound resonated in the room.


    “How… how dare you hit me?” Brinley touched her face in shock. She hadpletely lost her reason and forgotten her current situation. Without thinking, she raised her hand to p Serena’s face, saying, “I’ll make sure to…”


    Two sharp ps echoed through the room as Serena forcefully knocked Brinley to the floor.


    Jensen tried to intervene, but Patrick swiftly kicked him behind the sofa, leaving him unable to make a sound.


    Throughout this, Samson remained seated, undisturbed.


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