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    Valentin, in his pre-death fantasy, had said, “Definitely! Our grandfather taught us the importance of conscience, Rhett. We can’t be at ease while she suffers.”


    In Valentin’sst moments’ imagination, Rhettughed joyfully, and hidden by the flower bed, Serena smiled brightly.


    But the truth was, Rhett and Valentin hadn’t extended such kindness toward Serena.


    Valentiny lifeless on the stark white bed, his eyes open, unable to find closure in his final moments. He died without peace, consumed by the very schemes he had orchestrated.


    As cries echoed through the room, Harlee watched silently from the doorway, her presence unnoticed as she turned and exited without a backward nce. The Fletcher family, despite their faults, had their virtues. At least, they had made it easier for Serena to detach herself emotionally. Now, it seemed that Serena would never allow herself to soften again.


    The funeral for Valentin was understated. Immediately after hisst breath, his body was ced in a coffin and transported to the crematorium, with no formal memorial service. This was Rhett’s direct decision.


    The day after Valentin’s death, Rhett began liquidating the family’s assets. Within five days, he had converted everything to cash and relocated his family, along with the remaining members of Valentin’s family, overseas.


    When Robbie arrived, he found Harleefortably nestled in Rhys’ embrace, sipping milk.


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    Robbie stifled augh, remarking, “Harlee, you truly are a prophet. The whole Fletcher family has run away.”


    At this news, Harlee nearly choked on her milk. After wiping her lips, she let out augh. “Are they really that terrified of my vengeance? The Fletcher family trulycks foresight. If I wanted revenge, no distance would spare them.”


    Rhys gently stroked her hair, watching her closely. “Vloustin City is no ce for the disgraced Fletcher family. Staying would only make them aughingstock.”


    Harlee then pulled away from Rhys’ embrace, looking up at him. “Did you intervene?”


    Rhys smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “No one can plot against my beloved without facing the music,” he murmured, his words holding a quiet strength.


    Harlee cupped her face, gazing at him. “Rhys, you’re so good to me.”


    Rhys yfully tapped her nose before leaning in to whisper, “Of course. I am your husband, after all.”


    With a gentleugh, he kissed her deeply, disregarding Robbie’s presence nearby. The kiss lingered, and Harlee felt cherished, leaning into him as their connection deepened.


    Robbie calmly took the now-empty milk ss from the table and walked to the kitchen, his demeanor unchanged, acting as if he had seen nothing. He moved with such precision that not a sound was made.


    Serena, just back from outside, was still adjusting to the scene. She shielded her eyes in surprise and inadvertently stepped backward, stumbling into Patrick’s arms.


    Patrick offered her a warm smile, saying, “Serena, you…”


    Before Patrick couldplete his thought, Serena quickly ced her hand over his mouth. He looked at her, puzzled, feeling the warmth of her hand. “Shhh,” Serena whispered with a conspiratorial look. “Harlee and Rhys are sharing a moment. Let’s not disturb them just yet.”


    Patrick seemed lost in thought until Serena’s hand withdrew. Then, he grinned and said, “It’s alright. Rhys is just kissing Harlee. Harlee is pregnant. He’ll be careful.”


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