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    Embracing her son, Sadie felt a surge offort. “I’m alright, my love,” she reassured him softly, caressing his hair. “I’m sorry if I worried you.”


    Averi tightened his embrace, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I love you more than anything, Mommy.”


    Joy lit up Sadie’s face at his words. With Averi close, she felt ready to face any challenge.


    As the car started, it gradually moved away from Stonemont Estate. Sadie watched through the rearview mirror as the estate dwindled behind them. Inside, she steeled herself, resolved to make K pay for what happened today. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Next to her, Nte shifted uneasily in the passenger seat, ncing at Sadie, her mouth opening and closing without words.


    Eventually, Nte’s restraint broke, her voice quivering. “Sadie, what are we going to do?”


    Sadie remained silent for a moment, inhaling deeply before she let out a slow exhale.


    “We’ll know,” she finally responded.


    “But…” Nte began, only to be interrupted.


    “Listen, I understand your concerns,” Sadie said, offering a calming nce. “I’ve poured my heart and soul into every detail of Dewy Hibiscus. I’m more heartbroken than anyone for its ruin. Trust me, I’ll handle this.”


    Nte nibbled on her bottom lip, falling silent.


    A hush fell over the car again, broken only by the engine’s gentle purr slicing through the night.


    When they finally arrived at Nte’s home, Sadie said to her, “Head inside. Rest up.”


    “Take care of yourself too, Sadie,” Nte responded, nodding in acknowledgment before she exited the vehicle.


    At her doorstep, she lingered, watching as Sadie’s car faded into the night, silently wishing for her friend’s sess and safety.


    Sadie ced the broken pieces of Dewy Hibiscus into a meticulously crafted wooden box. Her frequent handling had polished the box’s edges, reflecting her calm exterior despite the emotional turbulence within.


    “I must find an expert capable of mending this,” she muttered.


    For the following two days, Sadie scoured the city, visiting every esteemed jeweler and antique shop she could find. Yet, she encountered the same verdict everywhere. Restoration was nearly impossible.


    “Is repair really an impossibility?” Sadie’s grip on the box tightened, her knuckles whitening. “There has to be a way.”


    She expanded her search through every conceivablework.


    Atst, a promising lead emerged: Lionel Morgan, a reclusive but supremely skilled jeweler whose abilities were nearly mythical.


    Tracking down Lionel’s residence proved challenging. His home was a remote vi on the city’s outskirts, nestled in istion.


    Sadie made her way there, her journey marked by serpentine mountain roads framed by stunning vistas that did little to soothe her nerves.


    “Knock. Knock. Knock…” She knocked on the door of the vi.


    The door was answered by an elderly butler who scrutinized her. “May I help you, ma’am?”


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