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    A DA staff member took hold of Wesley’s arm. “Come on. No one’s stepping in for you now.”


    Wesley fought back with all he had, but it was useless.


    Ableson watched the scene unfold and shook his head in quiet dismay. “Who is he?” Audrey asked with a frown.


    “He is Giselle’s older brother.”


    Audrey could not understand why Giselle would treat her own brother with such coldness.


    The group stepped into the elevator. Only then did Gracie emerge from the crowd, hurrying a few steps forward to get a better look at Wesley. Her curiosity burned. What was his connection to the Harper family? And why had the Harper family turned their backs on him?


    Wesley still refused to give up. Spotting Conor at the payment counter, he rushed over and grabbed his arm. “Conor, you and your older brother must find a way to save me. I cannot go to prison. If that happens, it will ruin both your futures.”


    As the staff from the DA’s office forcibly escorted Wesley away, Giselle stood at the elevator entrance, her long-held resentment easing slightly. For years, Wesley had been dominated by his self-centered nature. Now, he finally faced the consequences he deserved.


    She made her way to the third floor to see Dr. Deniz Miller, a cardiologist. Tessa was already under examination there.


    Tessa, now advanced in age, was grappling with a growing list of health issues. Since her husband’s passing, her sleep had deteriorated significantly, and her overall well-being was steadily declining.


    Shepard and Ableson had discussed sending her abroad for recovery, but Tessa, deeply attached to her hometown, adamantly refused to leave.


    That morning, a sudden bout of dizziness had nearly caused her to copse, prompting the family to insist on a hospital visit for a thorough evaluation.


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    After the doctor conducted tests and reviewed the results, he reassured them, “Tessa’s vital signs are stable, with no major concerns. Her insomnia, however, is quite severe.”


    Relieved, Ableson and Shepard exhaled, though Ableson pressed further, concerncing his voice. “Dr. Miller, my mom is barely sleeping—two or three hours at most nights. Even the smallest sound wakes her, and sleeping pills aren’t helping. Is there a way to improve her sleep?”


    Drawing on his extensive experience, the doctor advised, “Tessa’s low mood andck of activity are likely contributors. I rmend daily walks of one to two hours, ideally with someone to talk to. If she is open to it, spending time with her peers, talking to them, and expressing her feelings could lift her spirits. Overuse of sleeping pills builds tolerance, but I can prescribe some if absolutely necessary.”


    The Harper family, expecting Tessa might need to stay in the hospital, was relieved to learn she only required medication and could return home.


    On the drive back, Ableson and Shepard shared a car, the weight of their mother’s condition heavy between them.


    Ableson, guilt-ridden, admitted, “I haven’t been there for Mom enough. I should walk with her, talk, maybe y cards to keep her spirits up. She is so lonely, often just sitting in her room, lost in thought. This can’t continue. Otherwise, she will sink into depression.”


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