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    Samira pointed a finger sternly at Hadley’s forehead. “Leave now. You’re of no help. Can’t you see the predicament we’re in? If you truly care about Sha, prove it with genuine actions.”


    Although Hadley had married into wealth, she had not assisted her rtives in any significant way. Why bother? Once Samira withdrew her finger, a red imprint was left on Hadley’s forehead. Hadley inhaled deeply, managing a strained smile.


    “Aunt Samira, I— I’m without funds.” Marriage to Hank had curtailed Hadley’s social life significantly, her days now spent caring for their child. She had struggled considerably to persuade Hank to let her visit this time.


    “No money? Then leave,” Samira eximed.


    As Samira turned away, Hadley began to cry. She had intervened out of kindness, yet Samira’s harshness only deepened her sorrow.


    Unbeknownst to Samira and Corrin, Hadley had saved them from serious trouble.


    Norah was unfamiliar with the Wilson family, so discovering that Hadley was rted to Corrin caught her off guard. Hadley was intelligent yet timid.


    Norah rarely visited the Wilson Manor. From her interactions with Hank and Hadley, she could sense his tendency to dominate Hadley, who appeared too afraid to push back. Despite this, Norah was privy to the fact that Hadley was having an affair with Larry. But she believed it wasn’t her ce to judge others’ personal matters.


    Before Norah left, Sean called her and offered to drive her home.


    Once home, Sean quickly rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen. “I’ll handle dinner tonight,” he dered, putting on an apron. “Everything’s set up. Just rx and keep mepany, honey.”


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    Trailing several steps behind, Norah pulled her hair up into a bun. After a brief pause, she unhooked her bra, feeling instantly morefortable.


    For Norah, true rxation wasing home, slipping off her shoes, unhooking her bra, and sinking into the sofa to watch videos on her phone. “That sounds great,” she responded.


    She went to the fridge and grabbed a Coke, enjoying the refreshing sip. The coolness sent a delightful chill through her. In the heat of summer, nothing beats Coke paired with watermelon.


    She tapped on arge watermelon in the fridge, smiling with satisfaction at the sound. During the warmer months, watermelon was a staple in her fridge. Despite knowing that eating too much could be unsettling due to its cold nature, her craving was too strong to ignore. She often bought two watermelons at a time, making sure her fridge was always stocked. With a pleased expression, she closed the fridge.


    Watermelon was her favorite snack while watching TV. “Today at Susanna’s ward, my mother seemed a bit cold towards you. I hope you won’t take her words seriously,” Sean spoke softly, concentrating on chopping vegetables.


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