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    Dani felt a quiet sense of satisfaction as she offered a faint smile.


    “Oh, really? I wasn’t nning to get involved, but since you kept pushing, what else did you expect from me?”


    Caiden’splexion turned ashen.


    “Do you even care about your family? It’s just a small portion of shares! Joyce won’t have anything to do with managing thepany, so it won’t affect you. And yet, you still refuse?”


    Dani tilted her head slightly, her voice steady.


    “That’s correct.”


    Caiden was momentarily speechless. He didn’t want to drag the conversation on, but the idea of Joyce getting married without any support or assets from her family seemed unthinkable. He could already picture Katrina’s fury once they returned home. Caiden waspletely out of options—Dani was his final hope.


    Never in his life had he imagined that, after all these years, it woulde down to her.


    Slowly, his expression began to soften.


    “Dani, whether you admit it or not, I’m still your father.”


    Dani’s lips curled into a mocking smile.


    “Oh, is that supposed to guilt-trip me? Let me remind you—I lost my mother when I was five, and at the same time, I may as well have lost a father. I feel nothing for you.”


    Caiden gave a tired nod.


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    “What about your mother, then? What about the love between your mother and me? How do you justify ignoring that?”


    Cedric, attuned to Dani’s slightest changes, noticed a subtle shift in her demeanor. He turned to look at her. She still seemed calm on the surface, but something in her eyes struck him—a deep, almost undetectable hatred that sent a chill through him.


    “Dani, I wouldn’t bring this up if I weren’t truly at the end of my rope today,” Caiden started, his tone carrying an unusual weight of sincerity.


    “I know you’ve always held me responsible, believing me to be cold and heartless, but I want you to know—I genuinely loved your mother. She had many suitors, but she chose me because I treated her with care and respect. When herpany was gearing up to go public, she pushed herself relentlessly, and I was there, staying up with her night after night. I didn’t let the servants take over the household chores—not because they couldn’t, but because I didn’t trust them to do it right. When she was pregnant with you, I read every book on prenatal care. By the time you were born prematurely, even the nurses admitted I was more knowledgeable than they were.


    You were both in fragile health, and it was me who nursed you both back to strength, step by step. I gave it everything I had.”


    Caiden’s voice trembled with emotion as tears streamed freely down his face.


    Dani remained seated, her expression a perfect mask, hiding any trace of her thoughts.


    Caiden continued, “From the time you were one until five, I was the one who made sure the water you drank at school was just right. When your mother’s skin became sensitive with the changing seasons, I was the one who cared for it. And every time she came homete from those social events, I was always there at the door, waiting for her, day in and day out. Dani, I’ve worked hard, truly hard.”


    Katrina listened, her face showing a mix of emotions. She’d never been on the receiving end of such intense attention. Dani, however, remained stone-faced. Slowly, she rose from her seat and told her secretary, “Please show them out.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and made her way to the door.


    Caiden quickly stood up, knowing these words might not always get the result he hoped for.


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