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    “Resolve the issue?! How in the world are we supposed to do that? Noah ispletely under her spell. He won’t even listen to me!” Isabel slumped back into the chair, huffing in a mix of anger and helplessness.


    “You have a point there. After all, Sadie is still staying at Myrtlewood Estate. Perhaps Noah is actually willing to raise another man’s child.” K’s words were deliberate, and her goal was to provoke Isabel further.


    “Myrtlewood Estate? That shameless bitch!” Sure enough, Isabel’s anger red up again. “I can’t believe she still has the nerve to stay there after what she’s done! Let’s go there, right now!”


    Isabel stormed off, and K was only too eager to go with her.


    It was a slow and peaceful afternoon at Myrtlewood Estate, and everything seemed to have lulled after the rush of midday activities.


    An elderly woman with graying hair sat in the living room, her attention focused on the piece she was knitting. Laura was making a cozy new sweater for her adorable great-grandson in preparation for theing winter.


    The sudden, shrill ring of the doorbell disrupted the calm atmosphere in the vi. Breck went to open the door.


    Before him stood two imposing women, each portraying a different picture of style and luxury. “Mrs. Wall, Miss Wade,” he greeted with a respectful bow.


    Isabel ignored Breck, shoving past him to storm into the estate. K was quick on her heels, a cunning smile ying on her lips.


    The unexpected intrusion startled the servants, who retreated closer to the walls, as if to make themselves unseen.


    “Get out, all of you!” Isabel suddenly yelled, her voice reverberating throughout the house. She then pointed at Breck and red. “You, too!” Breck froze for a moment before lowering his head. “Yes, Mrs. Wall.”


    He gestured at the other servants, taking them out of the vi with him, then closed the door behind him.


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    Isabel swept her gaze over the living room until itnded on Laura.


    “Who are you?” Isabel demanded in a decidedly hostile tone.


    Laura looked up, bewildered by the two women’s presence. “I’m sorry, who are you? Are you looking for Sadie? She’s not home at the moment.”


    K stepped forward and stered a surprised expression on her face. “Oh, you must be Sadie’s grandmother.”


    Laura nodded. “That’s right. Is there anything you need from Sadie?”


    K nced at Isabel before turning to Laura with a look of pity. “Well, you may be unaware…”


    “Of what?” Laura prodded when K trailed off. She had no idea what was going on and had to put her knitting down.


    Isabel suddenly let out a cold, humorlessugh. “Your granddaughter has no morals to speak of!”


    Laura’s brows drew into a frown. “What are you talking about? Did something happen to Sadie?”


    “You’re asking what happened?” Isabel shrieked. “Well, she cheated on her husband and gave birth to a bastard, and now she expects my son to raise the child!”


    Laura was stunned. She couldn’t quite process what she was hearing.


    “Cheated? What bastard? What are you saying? Do you mean that Sadie’s child…”


    “What do you think?” Isabel spat out disdainfully. “That boy is the son of some nameless stranger!”


    “Does she really believe she’s worthy of being part of our family? She ought to reflect on where she truly belongs!”


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