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    As Marissa spoke with the children, Arabe sat quietly to the side, asionally letting out a silent sigh. After soothing the children, Marissa got up and left the room, with Arabe trailing behind her.


    Marissa noticed the sadness in Arabe’s eyes but felt powerless to ease it. Once her decision was made, there was no turning back.


    Upon entering the living room, she took Arabe’s arm, and they both sat down on the sofa. “Grandma, I’m moving out of Daniels Manor today. Please take care of yourself.”


    A look of sorrow crossed Arabe’s face. “Marissa, must you divorce Connor?”


    “Yes, Grandma,” Marissa replied calmly. “Our rtionship began under the wrong circumstances. We were never meant to be together. Now, it’s time to end it.”


    “But…” Arabe started to object but stopped herself. Marissa continued, “Grandma, I’ll bring Tiffany back as soon as possible. She’s the biological mother of Lawrence and Lindsay. She will be the one to look after them and keep youpany in the future.”


    Arabe suddenly looked up. “And what about you?”


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    Marissa chose not to tell Arabe she had decided to trade herself for Tiffany. “Grandma, I’m leaving Blebert soon,” she said. “Had Connor not abducted me by ident, I’d be working overseas by now. But that’s all sorted. I’m getting back on track.”


    Arabe paused, then sighed deeply. “I’m eager to have Tiffany back, but I want you here too. You are so different from each other, yet I cherish both of you. I can’t bear the thought of losing either.”


    “I’ll make sure to call you often, Grandma,” Marissa assured her.


    Just then, Glenn wheeled himself into the living room. Looking at Marissa, he chimed in, “Phone calls are good, but they’re no substitute for being here in person.” Marissa turned to him, her eyes briefly lingering on his legs. “How have you been feelingtely, Glenn?”


    He tapped his legs and replied, “I’ve been taking the medication you prescribed. The pain is starting toe back more noticeably now.”


    “That’s good,” Marissa replied with a smile, reaching for a pen and paper. “I’ll update your prescription. Just keep taking it for now.”


    She quickly wrote something down and handed it to Cade. “Glenn should start on this new medication,” she instructed.


    “Understood,” Cade responded, taking the prescription from her.


    Meanwhile, Glenn’s eyes remained fixed on Marissa. Quietly, he asked, “How long will you be away?”


    Marissa remained silent for a few seconds, unsure of how to respond. Once she entered Q’s den, she would have no idea when she could escape.


    Her father had been abducted by the shady organization once and had not managed to escape until nearly eight years had passed.


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