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    As she looked into his cloudy eyes, she felt a deep ache in her heart. The once-powerful and intimidating arms dealer in Sure now seemed like a shell of his former self, weakened by old age. Even though they were about the same age, he looked at least a decade older than her.


    “It’s someone you’ve been wanting to see,” Caylee added. Sadness enveloped her, and the words felt like a heavy burden on her heart. Even if he could never see his daughter again, he at least needed to see his granddaughter before he died.


    Recalling the doctor’s words, Caylee fought back tears as she adjusted the nket over his frail body, tucking it under his arm. She had to fulfill his final wish.


    The old man shifted his head slightly, his unfocused gazending on her.


    “Bernice… I want to see Bernice. I miss her so much,” he said weakly.


    Caylee took a deep breath, but she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. Covering her mouth, she hurried out of the room, barely suppressing her sobs. Sadly, she knew that they would never see Bernice again.


    After being informed by Caylee about Norah’s visit scheduled for that night, Huntley left work early in the afternoon and returned home. His wife, Florence Frazier, began making arrangements for the family dinner as soon as she learned that their niece wasing. Since this would be their first time meeting Norah, they had to maintain proper decorum.


    Their sons and daughter also came home today, underscoring the importance they ced on Norah’s visit.


    After all, Norah was the only child of Bernice.


    Huntley’s son, Braden Frazier, arrived with his wife, Hertha Frazier, and their three-year-old son. They lived in Sure and often visited Huntley. Braden’s brother, Bainbridge Frazier, returned from the research institute, where he was working on his graduate thesis and conducting experiments with his tutor. Braden’s sister, Roseanne Frazier, still in college, took time off toe back. The three siblings had essentially cleared their schedules to show their sincerity.


    Roseanne nced around the freshly cleaned vi and sat next to Bainbridge. “Hey, what do you think our cousin will be like?” she asked. “I heard from Caylee that she didn’t have a good childhood and lived in poor conditions. If our family acknowledges her, she’ll be living in luxury, right?”


    Bainbridge, absorbed in his research, didn’t care much about such matters. Whether it was his aunt or cousin, they were both strangers to him.


    “Why worry about all that?” he replied disinterestedly. “She doesn’t live in Sure, anyway.”


    In other words, Norah wouldn’t be living with them. This meeting was merely a formality. At this moment, Bainbridge couldn’t imagine thatter he would be attached to his cousin to seek her guidance on his thesis.


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