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    Huntley cleared his throat. “Ahem, Norah, I’m your uncle Huntley Frazier. Your mother has spoken highly of you. You’ve been through a lot these past years.”


    Bernice sat next to Caylee, who burst into tears the moment she saw Bernice. While introducing Norah, Caylee’s voice was raspy and barely audible. The two women sped each other’s hands tightly, their deep bond palpable, filling Bernice with warmth. Family love remained unchanged. The anxiety and unease in her heart quietly melted away.


    Seeing her mother’s joyful smile, Norah felt content, knowing her efforts had been worthwhile.


    At the dinner table, the Fraziers were quite curious about the mother-daughter duo, bombarding them with questions. They conversed over the meal, creating a congenial atmosphere.


    Florence asked casually, “Bernice, where’s your husband? Did you two get a divorce?”


    The roompsed into an ufortable silence for a few moments. Unaware, Bernice responded cheerfully, “He’s busy with his business back home. He’ll join us here soon.”


    “Oh, I assumed you had abandoned the family to elope with him and that he divorced you. I guess I was overthinking,” Florence said nonchntly before swiftly shifting the conversation to reminisce about old times. Norah and Huntley caught the subtle malice in her words, their expressions growing grim.


    After the meal, they moved to the living room to continue their discussions. The vi was expansive. Norah noted that the property included more than one vi and that the surroundingnd and buildings also belonged to the Fraziers. Despite the suppression from other influential families, the Fraziers’ wealth remained substantial.


    Caylee stayed close to Bernice, looking at her tenderly. Having raised Bernice like her own daughter in the absence of her parents, Caylee was deeply devoted to the Frazier family.


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    When the moment felt right, Caylee said, “It’s gettingte. I should take Bernice to see her father.”


    The younger family members went quiet, feeling somewhat intimidated by the mention of their stern and imposing grandfather, yet they also empathized with him due to his poor health condition.


    Huntley paused, then said, “Yes, we should visit Dad. Bernice, he’s really missed you over the years.”


    Bernice tensed up, her hands shaking slightly with nervousness. Keenan Frazier had always been strict with his grandchildren, but Bernice remembered him as a loving father who indulged her whims, even sacrificing his own rest for her needs.


    Memories stirred within her. Bernice felt fearful of facing her father’s potential disappointment and stern words, yet she knew she had to face the consequences of her actions.


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