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    Earlier that morning, Andres had texted her, asking where she was. She had answered truthfully. What she hadn’t expected was for him to show up early, waiting for her.


    “I just got back from a business trip and heard what happened to you. I’m really sorry I wasn’t around when you needed me,” he said softly, his voice steady and filled with concern.


    Rachel gave a faint smile. “I’ve already hired awyer. I’m fighting for my own justice now.”


    Andres didn’t hesitate. “Is there anything I can do to support you?”


    Rachel offered a polite but firm refusal. “You’ve already done so much for me. I can manage it this time.”


    At noon, Rachel and Andres had lunch together before parting ways. Afterward, Rachel headed straight to the hospital.


    When she arrived, Myrna was asleep, and Huey was by her bedside, keeping watch.


    “Rachel, you’re here,” Huey greeted, standing up. His exhaustion was evident. He looked like he hadn’t had a proper rest in days.


    “You should rest for a while. I’ll stay with Myrna,” she offered. He shook his head lightly.


    “No. Her condition is getting worse. I can’t bring myself to leave her side.”


    Rachel was about to insist when her phone suddenly rang. It was Ronald.


    “Ms. Marsh, Mr. White has taken care of everything. Huey Dury can start work tomorrow morning.”


    “Thank you so much,” Rachel said with relief.


    “I’m just following orders. You should be thanking Mr. White instead.”


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    “Got it. Thanks for letting me know.”


    Rachel hesitated for a second before dialing Brian’s number.


    “Hello, it’s Rachel.”


    “Had a nice lunch with Andres?” Brian’s tone was sharp with jealousy, though he didn’t realize it.


    Tracy, who was nearby, picked up on it immediately.


    “Brian, your coffee’s ready. Want to try it?” Tracy chimed in.


    “Just leave it,” he muttered, barely acknowledging it.


    His focus remained on Rachel over the phone. “Get to the point.”


    “I just wanted to thank you for giving Huey a chance.”


    “Consider it a trade-off for keeping my grandma happy,” Brian replied coolly. Then, after a pause, his voice turned sharp. “But I have to ask — what exactly is your rtionship with Huey Dury? You seem awfully invested in him.”


    Rachel’s voice remained calm. “Just an alumnus. You’re overthinking it.”


    “An alumnus?” Brian repeated, skepticism clear in his voice.


    “I underestimated you,” he sneered. “One moment it’s Andres, the next it’s Huey. You’re more capable than I gave you credit for. What is it? Couldn’t wait to move on?”


    His tone was filled with sarcasm.


    Once, those words might have stung. But now, they barely made a dent. Maybe she had just grown numb. It didn’t hurt the way it used to.


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