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    Sansa recoiled and turned to Marissa.


    “I—I’m on board to work on the vine, but how can I be sure you’ll actually save A?”


    Rex’s hand made sharp contact with Sansa’s head.


    “Still doubting Tiffany? Didn’t you hear what Brian said? He’s not one to hurt his own family.”


    Instinctively, Sansa’s eyes flickered toward Paul, and she let her guard down. In a meek voice, she asked Marissa, “What do you want me to do?”


    “Tell rissa this…” Marissa leaned in close, whispering a covert scheme to Sansa.


    “Got it?”


    “Yes, I understand,” Sansa confirmed.


    “Then off you go.”


    With the ndestine n heavy on her mind, Sansa exited the Nash family’s residence.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, the once lively house settled into a serene quiet.


    Paul nced at Connor standing beside Marissa, his expression sour, and was about to suggest he leave. Just then, Arabe’s voice floated down from the stairs.


    “Oh, dear. Brian, I’ve been quite the handful today, haven’t I?”


    Heads turned towards her voice, revealing Arabe descending the stairs with the aid of a maid.


    Quickly, Marissa and Connor moved to her sides, each taking an arm, while Lawrence and Lindsay hurried over, excitedly calling out to their great-grandmother.


    Paul rose to his feet and greeted her warmly, “Mrs. Daniels, did you have a good rest?”


    “Absolutely wonderful!” Arabe responded with a bright smile, gently patting Marissa’s hand.


    “The room my granddaughter-inw set up for me was perfect. I slept like a baby.”


    Paul bit back a correction, aware that his daughter was no longer Arabe’s granddaughter-inw following the divorce, especially with Lawrence and Lindsay nearby. The little ones were still blissfully unaware of their parents’ split, and Paul found himself holding his tongue to spare their feelings.


    After a brief pause, he cleared his throat and continued the conversation.


    “Both of my daughters have been under your care and protection, Mrs. Daniels. I sincerely thank you for that,” Paul said, his tone heartfelt. His gratitude was genuine.


    Though Connor’s past actions had angered him, Paul couldn’t ignore the kindness Arabe had extended to his daughters—especially Tiffany. Arabe had been a beacon of light in the darkness of Tiffany’s difficult journey.


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