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    Her hand gripped the hem of her shirt, emotions swirling—relief, gratitude, and something deeper, something like awe.


    Norton did this? He fixed it all, and he never said a word. Maybe, after everything, it was time to let down her guard… and trust him.


    Norton nced over, his brow quirking at her expression.


    “Eat your breakfast, Yvonne,” he said.


    He paused, thrown off by the subtle shift in her face—an emotion flickering through her eyes that he could not quite ce. Yet when she smiled at him, he met it with a tender smile of his own and quietly reminded her of what she had momentarily forgotten.


    Yvonne nodded, setting her fork down with a soft clink.


    Norton looked at her, puzzled.


    Her feet carried her toward him before she could overthink it. Hesitating only a moment, she wrapped her arms around him in a brief, fierce hug. His warmth steadied her, and just as quickly, she pulled back, her cheeks flushing.


    “I am done eating,” she mumbled. “I will head up now.”


    Norton watched her retreat, a chuckle escaping his lips.


    “Shy about it, huh?” he said to the empty kitchen, shaking his head with a fond smile.


    While Yvonne had been resting these past days, Norton had not been idle.


    He had tasked Leif with digging into the online harassment Yvonne endured because of Alexis and Katrina.


    Leif, ever thorough, had spent hours unraveling the truth. Now, he stood at Norton’s door, a folder of findings tucked under his arm.


    Inside, Norton and Yvonne were curled up on the sofa, a si flickering on the TV.


    Yvonne leaned against Norton’s chest, her legs tucked beneath her. He speared a piece of apple from the fruit tter, offering it to her with a yful grin. She took it, the warmth of the moment wrapping around them like a nket.


    Leif stepped into…


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    The room behind Z. A knowing smile tugged at Leif’s lips as he caught sight of Norton and Yvonne, their yful banter warming the air.


    Norton’s gaze flicked up from the tter he bnced on his knee. He set it aside with a clink, his brow furrowing.


    “What’s the trouble, Leif?”


    Leif’s expression sobered as he nced at Yvonne, hesitating for a heartbeat.


    “It concerns the matter of Mrs. Burke being framed.”


    Yvonne, lounging on the sofa, hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But the mention of her name snapped her attention back.


    Leif faced Norton squarely, his voice steady.


    “Mr. Burke, our people uncovered the truth. Shelly Tucker orchestrated the whole thing.”


    A soft scoff escaped Yvonne’s lips before she could stop it. Shelly. Of course.


    Norton’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. He waved a hand, urging Leif to go on.


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