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    Her n to teach Ernst a lesson that evening would be delivering some much-needed justice.


    As Aracelimented her own naivety for sumbing to Ernst’s charming lies, Silver Fox shared the same feeling.


    Despite her experience as a battle-hardened mercenary, Silver Fox had once been simrly duped—a memory that filled her with even greater regret than that of Araceli, who was just a naive girl.


    Desperation to find a husband and secure an heir had clouded her judgment, Silver Fox realized with a self-deprecating chuckle.


    Shaking off these reflections, she ced aforting hand on Araceli’s shoulder and reassured her, “Alright, no more tears for those jerks. You’re remarkable just as you are. Let your brilliance outshine their pettiness.”


    “Okay!” Araceli responded, nodding emphatically.


    Just then, a knock at the door signaled the arrival of the bodyguards Silver Fox had requested.


    Marissa returned to Daniels Manor with the two children at dusk.


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    She first headed to the main house to see Arabe, only to learn from Cade, the butler, that Arabe had gone over to Connor’s house. Without hesitation, Marissa took the children and made their way there.


    The moment she stepped into Connor’s house, a chill of emptiness and destion washed over her.


    In the living room, Arabe sat slumped on the sofa, looking utterly drained, while Connor sat next to her, his presence cautious and reserved.


    The servants moved silently, careful not to disturb the somber atmosphere, as Domenic, Marc, and Teny lingered quietly in the background.


    Marissa felt a twinge of curiosity about the tense air, but before she could voice her questions, Arabe caught sight of her and the children. Her face transformed with a beaming smile.


    The children dashed toward her, eximing joyously, “Great-grandma!”


    Arabe’s spirits visibly lifted, her voice rising with warmth and vitality. “My darlings, why are you back sote? I’ve missed you terribly. I couldn’t even eat or sleep without you here.”


    Marissa’s lips twitched into a half-smile. She realized that Arabe’s earlier gloom was simply caused by her longing for the children.


    Arabe turned to Marissa, concern in her tone. “Sweetie, how’s your mother?”


    Marissa responded with a soft smile, “She’s getting better. Thank you for asking, Grandma.”


    Just then, Rita entered, her armsden with bags that umted into a small heap as she set them down.


    Arabe eyed the heap curiously. “What’s all this?”


    “They’re gifts from Eloisa,” Lindsay replied. “Eloisa is a close friend of Mommy’s.”


    Arabe looked over the stack of gifts, her eyebrows lifting in astonishment. “Eloisa must be quite wealthy and generous to have bought all these for you.”


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