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    She yelled, “Do I even matter to you? Did you ever consider my opinion?”


    But Ethan shut the door in her face, ignoring her shouts. He stripped off his clothes, stepped into the shower, and the sound of water muffled her voice.


    Furious, Elsa paced outside, ranting for what felt like hours. By the time Ethan emerged from his shower, Elsa had already retreated to her room, seething.


    Both her sons were defiant, not listening to her at all.


    What was the point of all her efforts? She poured her heart into everything, and no one cared.


    The next morning, Ethan descended the stairs, intending to visit Brenna for breakfast. But then he saw that Elsa had already made breakfast, her face dark.


    She and the servants set the table, and she said to Ethan, “Sit down and eat. I have something to say to you.”


    Ethan sauntered over, taking a seat opposite her. “What is it? Go ahead,” he said, his voice cool and distant.


    He noticed her red, swollen eyes—had she been crying?


    Still, his face remained impassive. He didn’t n tofort her at all.


    Elsa’s disappointment deepened. “Since you don’t need me meddling in your wedding, there’s no point in me sticking around. I’m leaving your ceter. I’ll waste away alone in my own house. Even if I drop dead, don’t bother with me.”


    She watched him intently, hoping for a trace of guilt, hoping he would ask her to stay.


    But after a long silence, Ethan continued eating, his movements deliberate and elegant, his expression cold.


    “Alright. Need a ride?” he said.


    Elsa’s heart shattered. Both her sons were heartless; she had raised them for nothing.


    She was leaving, and Ethan didn’t even try to stop her.


    “No! You don’t care about me at all anyway!” Elsa red at the breakfast she had prepared—Ethan’s favorite dishes. Yet he didn’t show even a hint of gratitude. It broke her heart.


    Sandra swung by Keira’s apartment after work, arms loaded with grocery bags.


    Stepping through the door, she spotted Keira waiting with a warm smile. Lately, Keira had been quietly connecting the dots, convinced Sandra was sitting on a fortune. Still, she’d made up her mind not to ask her for a lot of money. As long as Sandra slipped her a bit each month, it was enough. She didn’t want her gambling habit to re up if she had too much.


    “Sandra! You’re finally here!” Keira called out, sounding genuinely pleased. These days, Sandra’s visits had be less frequent, and Keira always seemed eager to talk to her.


    Sandra handed the groceries to the maid, then shifted her focus to Keira.


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