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    “Would it be okay if I stayed in that one, right next to yours?”


    “That sounds good!” The two kids agreed happily.


    Silver Fox quickly got to her feet and walked into the next room with the children, chatting andughing as they went. Marissa attempted to follow, but Silver Fox halted her at the doorway, saying yfully, “Oh, let me have some time alone with the little ones. Please, no interruptions.”


    With a gentle push, Silver Fox closed the door behind her. Watching the door, Marissa felt puzzled by Silver Fox’s behavior, which seemed out of character. She gave a small shrug and made her way downstairs.


    Paul and Bu remained deeply engaged in their conversation. Bu, filled with a deep sense of gratitude for the life-saving favor from years past, showed immense respect for his elder, while Paul expressed admiration for the young man’s aplishments. Their interaction was marked by a genuinely pleasant atmosphere. As Marissa made her way down the stairs, Paul rose from his seat.


    “You two go ahead and talk. I’m going to rest for a bit,” Paul said.


    Bu nodded in acknowledgment, watching as Paul walked away. After Paul had left, Marissa turned to Bu and asked, “Can you tell me what’s going on between you and Silver Fox?”


    When Marissa asked her question, Bu dropped his gaze, his silence stretching for a moment as if weighing his thoughts on a delicate scale. Finally, he looked up and said, “If I told you there was no bad blood between us—just an hour ago, we were even having a pleasant chat, trying to build a rtionship for the sake of future heirs—would you believe it?”


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    Marissa’s brows furrowed in confusion.


    “If that’s true, then why would she suddenly want to walk away from you?”


    Bu shrugged, his hands spread wide in a gesture of surrender.


    “Beats me. One minute, everything was fine, and the next, she packed up her things and decided to leave my vi. I asked her why, but she wouldn’t spill the beans. It’s like… like she became someone else entirely.”


    “Someone else?” Marissa echoed, her tone tinged with doubt.


    “Notpletely someone else,” Bu rified, his expression clouded.


    “It was more like she started having these strange, out-of-the-blue thoughts—as if another soul had stirred awake inside her.” He paused, his eyes searching Marissa’s.


    “It reminds me of dissociative identity disorder—like another personality took the reins and made her do things that left me scratching my head. You’ve spent more time with her than I have. Do you have any idea what’s going on?”


    Marissa didn’t answer right away. She stood frozen in thought, her brows furrowed as if trying to untangle an impossible knot.


    She trusted Bu’s instincts—he was not a fool, but the kind of man who rarely got things wrong. If he said there was something off about Silver Fox, that had to be true. But why? What had caused this sudden shift? Had something slipped past her notice?


    Bu didn’t interrupt her train of thought, his gaze steady and sincere, almost willing her to find an answer.


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