"Tara, I''ll exin everythingter. It''s not as simple as you think. ces like this rehab center exist all over the world, but I can''t fly right now. Do me a favor-call Richard and have him wipe my info from their system."


    The Warren family had serious connections. As the heir, Richard coulde and go from restricted ces like it was nothing. Wiping someone''s records? Child''s y.


    Tara''s fingers shook a little, but she pulled herself together fast. "Uncle, I don''t know if my brother would even help. I hardly ever talk to him in the Warren family."


    Flynn looked more rattled than usual, yanking at his tie and taking a long breath. "It''s fine. Just thought I''d ask. I need toy low for a while, so don''t reach out. Clear our call logs. When this all dies down, we''ll talk."


    Tara nodded, her eyes glued to her phone as scandal after scandal lit up the trending topics. The anxiety in her chest wouldn''t let up.


    Right then, the Ferguson family''s matriarch showed up, saying she had something to discuss.


    Tara''s face went cold. She pushed down her frustration, changed clothes, and headed downstairs.


    "Mrs. Ferguson," she greeted, sitting across from her, every inch the picture of respect.


    The olddy studied her for a moment, then sighed. "Tara, do you have time soon? We should visit the temple together again. I''ll ask ra toe, too. There are things I want to talk about with you both."


    Tara almostughed. She could already guess what wasing. No matter what, this woman always favored ra.


    Mrs. Ferguson pulled out an emerald bracelet and slipped it onto Tara''s wrist. "I meant it when I said I''d treat you like my granddaughter. What happened with Dn was his fault he''s stubborn, always chasing after ra. I tried talking sense into him, even yelled, but nothing works. I''m old, and honestly, I''m tired of meddling."


    Tara looked down at the bracelet. It wasn''t cheap, but the one ra wore was even finer.


    Tears welled up and spilled over. "Mrs. Ferguson, I was nning to go abroad, but with those pictures everywhere... If I don''t clear things up, what will people think of the Warren family? My grandmother was already upset when I insisted on staying in Dn''s room that night. Now this... I just..."


    Mrs. Ferguson looked genuinely guilty. Even after everything, Tara was still speaking up for Dn.


    "Tara, you''ve always been the one I admire most. All those years ago, something I said in passing made your grandmother take things the wrong way, and I''ve felt guilty ever since I''ll make it up to you. You''ll get more than ra ever could. Let''s find time to visit the temple together, okay?"


    Tara smiled, but her thoughts were sharp. She wanted to see what the old woman was plotting this time.


    "Of course,” she said sweetly. "But is ra okay? Will Dn even let her leave the house?"


    Mrs. Ferguson let out a sigh of relief. "I''ll talk to Dn. Once this is over, I''m going


    to retire and live quietly. I''m done with all this."


    She''d spent her life tangled up in


    family drama, always convinced her ns for Dn were best. After decades of trying to control


    ????


    everything, he still ended up making the same mistakes. She could never quite let it go, always hoping that one day, she''d finally get to prove herself to someone from her past. The things that were said all those years ago still echoed in her mind. She''d tasted every kind of heartbreak, thinking if Dn could just reach the top, maybe the pain would fade.


    But in the end, he was just as much a hopeless romantic as she was.


    As soon as Mrs. Ferguson left, Tara slipped the bracelet off. She wasn''t like ra,


    dazzled by pretty things-she''d seen better.