?<strong>Chapter 822:</strong>


    ‘Jake and I were childhood sweethearts, destined to marry after college.


    However, fate was cruel.


    Kallie, once a silent foster child in the Reeves family, managed to win Jake’s grandfather’s sympathy and took my ce, forcing Jake to marry her.


    During those days, Jake hated her, longing to escape.


    Yet Kallie always painted me as the viin in her story.’


    Lacey’s heart pounded as she processed the story, prompting her to question further.


    ‘But I hear Jake really cares about Kallie now.


    Logically, shouldn’t he resent such maniption?’


    Sarah’s face momentarily distorted into a strange expression.


    ‘Who told you that story, Jake himself?’


    Lacey dismissed it with a quick shake of her head.


    ‘No, just the rumours I’ve heard around.’


    Sarah didn’t dwell on that.


    Theplex web of their entanglements was no mystery, often feeding the gossip in their social circles.


    Sarah’s gaze sparkled.


    ‘This must be the power of their strategies.


    I’m not sure about Jake’s situation, but it’s clear Kallie has set her sights on yton.’


    Lacey nodded and then deftly diverted the conversation to another topic.


    After all, she’d already gotten the information she needed.


    Before parting ways, Sarah leaned closer to Lacey, her voice low, hinting that Kallie and yton should be kept apart at all costs.


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    Lacey nodded, though her mind was already weaving different ns.


    Elsewhere, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Kallie climbed the gentle slope of the hill.


    It had been a while since she had returned to the camp, and she had not yet paid homage at Roderick’s grave.


    When Kallie arrived at Roderick’s grave, she noticed that the headstone was carefully tended, with fresh offerings ced in front of it.


    She assumed it was probably Edgar who had ced them and thought nothing more of it.


    Kallie set her bouquet down next to the others and whispered to the headstone:


    ‘Good afternoon, Roderick.


    How are things over there?


    I’m still clinging to the belief that Jake is out there.


    If he’s gone, I’m sure he would visit my dreams, as you do.


    You’vee to me in my dreams so many times since you left us.


    But Jake hasn’t visited once in my dreams, so I refuse to believe he’s gone.


    I’d bet you could convince him to show up in my dreams if he’d really said goodbye to the world.


    So he must still be alive, right?’


    A gentle breeze whispered, bringing echoes that made Kallie’s tears well up.


    Kallie spoke, her voice cracking with emotion.


    ‘Roderick, Jake, my heart aches for both of you.


    Even though I am surrounded by loved ones, I am haunted by memories of our times together.’


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