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    Upon hearing Glenn’s words, both Marissa and Connor were taken aback, uncertain of their next move. How had Glenn managed to see through Marissa’s disguise?


    The pieces didn’t fit together. Glenn had only briefly encountered Marissa twice by chance, with scant interaction. How, then, had he discerned her secret?


    Reacting to Glenn’s question, Marissa tensed subtly, her lips tightening as she shared a nce with Connor


    With a cautious smile, Connor asked, “Glenn, what are you implying?” Glenn kept his gaze fixed on Marissa as he spoke. “Tiffany, given your expertise in medicine and martial arts, why pretend to be a failure within the Nash family?”


    Marissa and Connor shared a look of relief. It appeared Glenn had not discovered Marissa’s true identity yet. Brightening, Marissa replied, “Well, Glenn, I was indeed a failure before. I’ve only recently started working on improving myself.”


    Glenn nodded, a knowing look crossing his face. “It never made sense to me that Brian and Caylee’s daughter could be so unaplished. I figured it was all an act, and now you’ve confirmed it.” He then turned to Connor with a slight smirk. “Your previous contempt for Tiffany was due to your short-sightedness. Fortunately, our grandmother had the wisdom to insist on your marriage. It seems you are lucky.”


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    Arabe then joined in. “Glenn is absolutely right.” She gave Connor a stern look. “You’d better start valuing Tiffany more, understood?”


    Connor nodded. “I will, Grandma.”


    As the conversation unfolded, Marissa stole a nce at Glenn, noting his shift from his usual casual clothes to a formal ck suit for Derek’s engagement party


    The Daniels men were all notably handsome. Even bound to his wheelchair, Glenn carried an air of dignified grace. Marissa’s gaze fell to Glenn’s thin, frail legs, triggering a memory of what she had heard about him. Glenn, only four years Connor’s senior, had once been a vibrant, ambitious young man. High hopes were pinned on him until a devastating car ident struck his family. To protect Connor, Glenn had taken the brunt of the impact, suffering grievous injuries to his legs. Now wheelchair-bound, Glenn wrestled with feelings of despair and inadequacy. Despite his outward calm, he was often consumed by depression and irritability. Any mention of his disability could send him into a spiral of despair, asionally stirring thoughts of giving up. It was Connor’s consistent reassurances of a potential cure that sustained his will to persevere


    Glenn’s voice held a mix of hope and frustration when he addressed Connor. “You spoke of Dr. Rissing to treat my legs. Why hasn’t she arrived yet?”


    ncing towards Marissa, Connor responded, “Dr. Riss’ calendar is quite full. She just performed surgery on my mother-inw yesterday. We need to give her some time, Glenn.”


    Though clearly disappointed, Glenn conceded, “I’ve been waiting for years, I suppose a few more days won’t make much difference. Still, I’m anxious to meet Dr. Riss.”


    Arabe expressed her curiosity as well. “I too am eager to see what Dr. Riss can do. It was unfortunate she couldn’t attend thest medical conference.” She then told Connor, “Make sure Dr. Risses to treat Glenn’s legs as soon as she can!”


    Before Connor could respond, Marissa chimed in, “Grandma, Glenn, I actually had a conversation with Dr. Riss yesterday. She’s due to travel abroad shortly, but she assured me that once she’s back, Glenn’s case will be her top priority.”


    Both Arabe and Glenn nodded, somewhat reassured by this news. At that moment, Connor exchanged a meaningful nce with Marissa. He was the only one privy to the fact that her uing “travel abroad” was actually their trip on the Sunrise. Their discussion was then abruptly cut off by the startled scream of the maid next to them


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