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    “Alright then,” Yvonne relented.


    When the therapist arrived, Yvonne was surprised.


    A young woman stepped inside, her delicate features giving her a polished, professional air. Something about her presence felt reassuring.


    “Mrs. Burke, please lie down,” the therapist encouraged with a gentle smile. “I’ll adjust the pressure to suit your condition. Just rx and let yourself unwind.”


    “Okay,” Yvonne murmured.


    After the session, the therapist caught the concern in her eyes and reassured her. “I used a blend of essential oils that improve cirction and speed up healing. With this treatment, your bruises should fade in about three days.”


    “Really?” Yvonne asked, her voice tinged with hope.


    “You can trust me.”


    After breakfast and bidding Edmond farewell, Yvonne headed home.


    On the way, her phone rang.


    It was the car repair shop, calling to update her on the status of Norton’s vehicle.


    Not knowing much about car repairs, Yvonne simply asked, “How much will it cost to fix?”


    “One million,” came the reply.


    Hearing the amount, Yvonne rubbed her temples in frustration.


    It was a headache. She didn’t have that kind of money, but she had to pay for the damage she caused to Norton’s car.


    “Alright, ensure the repairs are done thoroughly. I’ll transfer the full amount to you,” she promised.


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    Back home, she pondered how to earn money.


    After much thought, she decided she needed to find a job.


    Although the sry wouldn’t be quite high, it would at least support her.


    Even if she divorced Norton in the future, she would have her own career.


    But she knew she needed his approval first. He hadn’t been home for days.


    She assumed he was on a business trip and wouldn’t return for a while, so she called Leif.


    “Hello, Leif. Do you know when Norton will be back?” she asked.


    Leif nced at Norton, who was sitting not far away, and quickly replied, “He is at the airport now. He should be home tonight.”


    “Thank you.”


    Knowing Norton would return, Yvonne made a trip to the supermarket.


    She bought some groceries and prepared a home-cooked meal.


    Although she couldn’tpare herself to a chef, the food was delicious, and he could enjoy it as soon as he got home. Norton arrived around eight in the evening.


    As he entered, he found the dining tableid with a home-cooked meal, emitting a faint aroma and looking quite appetizing.


    Not seeing Yvonne, he searched around and finally found her in the kitchen. She was intently watching the pot, so much so that she didn’t notice him standing at the kitchen door.


    “Did you make all these dishes?” he asked aloud.


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