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    She didn’t want to talk about it until everything was resolved. With Gilda and the others around, she felt she could handle the situation.


    With this in mind, she said, “I need to step out for a while, Gilda. You can carry on with what you were doing.”


    Gilda, standing at the door, pushed it open and stepped inside, no longer needing to conceal her presence.


    Sean gripped the wheelchair’s handles and asked, “Can’t I join you?”


    Staying calm andposed, Norah replied, “Sean, this is a personal matter that I need to handle. I’ll update you once it’s resolved.”


    With that, she gently removed his hand and offered him a reassuring smile before adding, “Don’t worry, everything’s under control.”


    After they left the hospital room, Sean sat on the couch, looking frustrated.


    Susanna quietly entered from the doorway and said, “Norah has her own things to take care of. Don’t let it bother you.” She had overheard their conversation and guessed that her brother felt hurt.


    “Why can Marlin go, but not me?” Sean replied coldly.


    Clearly, Marlin was the source of his irritation again.


    “Just ask Norahter. It’s nothing to stress over,” Susanna said. Sean had to admit he was envious. Their rtionship had been improving, yet Norah still chose to go out with Marlin, making him feel sidelined as her boyfriend. But then, why couldn’t she confide in him?


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    “Everyone has their secrets. As long as they don’t damage the rtionship, sometimes it’s best to let things be and bring them up at the right moment,” Susanna told him.


    Susanna gave Sean a quick pat on the shoulder. “Alright, Phillip’s calling me. I have to go.”


    She wasn’t exactly the best at offeringfort, so making a quick exit seemed like the right decision.


    Sean remained seated for a moment longer, letting his anger dissipate gradually.


    Eventually, he stood up, his gaze falling on the tangled mess of pillows and nkets scattered across the bed. He sighed and began to straighten them out.


    As he tidied up, his attention shifted to the cluttered bedside table. When he opened a drawer, he came across a stack of documents.


    “What’s this?” he wondered aloud.


    The documents had been carelessly thrown into the drawer. He pulled them out, thinking that important papers wouldn’t be so haphazardly stored.


    “A DNA test between someone named Huntley Frazier and Norah? They’re rted?”


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