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    Gabri’s big eyes, filled with tears, gazed up at Milford, seekingfort in his calm presence. The vulnerability in her expression deepened Milford’s resolve to protect her from the ongoing tension.


    Z, watching Milford care for the baby, was visibly disdainful. “Are you here just to babysit? Your talents are meant for building your own career, making money—not holding a baby all day. You should focus on your studies. I’ll cover all your university costs and repay your debts to Eileen.”


    As Z reached for her phone to call Eileen and discuss the terms, Gabri’s tears began to fall.


    The sound of the little girl’s sobs filled the vi, her distress palpable.


    Before Z could dial, Milford, driven by a surge of protectiveness, snatched the phone from her hand and threw it to the floor. The device shattered, scattering pieces, but this did little to calm Milford’s fury.


    “I’m telling you for thest time—leave!” hemanded, his voice firm.


    He scooped up Gabri and made his way up the stairs, his anger beginning to subside as he sought tofort the crying child.


    Z, a mix of indignation and determination on her face, followed him a few steps up the staircase. Milford paused at the bend, turned sharply, and gave her a stern, dismissive re.


    “Get out!” he snapped.


    The look of utter disgust in Milford’s eyes stopped Z in her tracks. She didn’t follow him any further, watching instead as he disappeared around the corner with Gabri. The sound of the baby’s cries slowly faded as the door upstairs shut.


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    In the quiet of the vi, Z realized something. Milford had always been independent and challenging, but he had never shown her this kind of repulsion before. Could Eileen have influenced him so deeply?


    Determined not to lose her grip on Milford, Z knew she had to act. If he continued to align so closely with Eileen, his estrangement from her, his biological sister, could be permanent.


    Z didn’t leave. She gathered the pieces of her broken phone and settled onto the sofa, her mind racing with ns.


    Meanwhile, after dropping Ruby off at the mall near the hospital, Eileen and Bryan were alone in the car, giving Eileen the opportunity to address the issue. “What were you thinking? If you transfer all your EB Group shares to me, what will you do afterward?”


    “What else can I do?” Bryan replied gravely. “For now, I’m healing. I’m relying on you to keep things running.”


    “But what about after you’re healed? You can’t just disconnect from EB Group entirely, can you?” Eileen pressed further.


    Bryan’s silence spoke volumes, confirming his tacit agreement.


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