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    After some time, Marissa wiped away her tears and said, “Dad, our family is together atst. Let’s hold onto happiness and leave the sadness behind.”


    “Absolutely,” Paul agreed, smiling warmly.


    His expression quickly changed to one of displeasure when he finally noticed Connor standing alone at a distance.


    Marissa sighed, feeling overwhelmed. While she was adept at oveing many challenges, resolving the conflict between Paul and Connor seemed a daunting task.


    Despite her efforts, Marissa could not sway Paul’s rigid views on Connor.


    Tiffany’s gaze shifted to Connor, who appeared cautious, then back to Marissa, piecing together the full context. She addressed Paul. “Dad, is there a reason you dislike Connor? He is, after all, my brother-inw.”


    Paul looked surprised at Tiffany’s words. “Brother-inw? Don’t you hold grudges against him?”


    “Why would I hold any grudge against him?” Tiffany responded, her smile unwavering.


    “Because he once caused you great pain and even confused Marissa for you, coercing her into marriage,” Paul retorted.


    “Dad, there seems to be a big misunderstanding. Let me rify what actually happened…” Tiffany exined.


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    She recounted how she had used Arabe’s fondness to approach Connor and how she had negotiated an agreement with him.


    “Dad, the fault is mine. I approached and manipted Connor to escape from Sansa and her daughter’s mistreatment. I should thank him for his inadvertent help instead of resenting him. He ended up marrying Marissa under the impression she was me because I fled our wedding. The me lies with me, not Connor. And really, don’t you see how well Connor and Marissaplement each other? Their marriage began with a mix-up, but they grew to love each other and now share two wonderful children. We should celebrate their happiness.”


    Listening to Tiffany’s recount of her history with Connor softened Paul’s initial anger, and he began to feel somewhat guilty. The notion that Marissa and Connor truly loved each other melted his heart further.


    Turning to Marissa, Paul inquired gently, “Do you care for Connor?”


    Marissa hesitated, her words faltering as her cheeks turned pink. Her embarrassment spoke volumes, more eloquently than words ever could.


    Grasping Paul’s arm, Tiffany chuckled. “Dad, is there really any need to ask that? They’re both capable and attractive people who’ve naturally grown to love each other over time. Moreover, they’ve built a family with two children. You wouldn’t want to split them up, right?”


    Convinced by Tiffany’s arguments and seeing no resentment from his daughters towards Connor, Paul was left without objections.


    Yet, as Marissa’s father, Paul struggled to find the words to apologize directly to Connor, his difort evident.


    Connor, who had been keeping his distance, had not missed a word or expression due to his keen senses. Sensing an opportunity, he walked over respectfully and addressed Paul. “Mr. Nash.”


    Paul showed flexibility in his attitude, responding to Connor’s approach by clearing his throat and asking, “You weren’t injured earlier, were you?”


    Connor, with a smile, reassured him, “No, I’m perfectly alright.”


    “That’s relieving to hear,” said Paul, his movements slightly awkward as he turned to walk toward the cabin. “Let’s head home.”


    Tiffany, beaming at Marissa and Connor, hastened to catch up with Paul.


    Grasping Marissa’s hand, Connor swiftly pecked her on the cheek and yfully inquired, “Your father has finally epted me into the family. What about you?”


    Marissa had already epted in her heart that she, Connor, and the two children were a family. But when Connor put her on the spot with such a direct question, she found herself too shy to admit it outright. Instead of giving him a straight answer, she dodged, saying, “There are still too many loose ends. I don’t have time to think about that right now.”


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