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    From the other end, Hadley could easily guess that he’d shed with his mother once again. She paused, reflecting on her own actions.


    “I’m sorry, Denver. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have used you to escape from Eric in the first ce.”


    Given how everything had unfolded, even if it was unintentional, the me rested with her. She should never have let him get caught in the crossfire of family conflict because of her.


    “Don’t fight with your family over me. Please listen to them. Let’s stop contacting each other.”


    “Hadley…”


    Each word she spoke hit Denver like a silent, searing de—sharp and excruciatingly painful.


    “Don’t…”


    “Denver, I’m sorry. I’m really not worth all this. I’m hanging up now, and I won’t take your calls again.” With that, she ended the call.


    “Hadley!”


    Stunned, Denver immediately tried calling back. But the call wouldn’t go through—Hadley had blocked him.


    Denver, his nerves frayed with anticipation, shoved his phone into his pocket and bolted for the door—he had to see Hadley! But the moment he stepped into the hallway, a familiar obstacle stood in his path.


    “And just where do you think you’re going?”


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    “Mom,” Denver exhaled, frustration simmering beneath his breath. “I am an adult. I have every right to make my own choices.”


    “Humph.”


    Wilma sneered. “So you wouldn’t tell me? Fine. Let me guess—you’re in such a hurry to see Hadley, aren’t you?”


    Denver hesitated briefly. It was no surprise that his mother had figured it out, and he had no reason to deny it.


    “Yes,” he admitted.


    “Ha!” Wilma pointed a finger at him andughed mockingly. “Try stepping out of this house today, I dare you.”


    “Mom?”


    Denver frowned, failing to understand her reaction. “I’m not a child anymore. You cannot dictate my every move.”


    “Dictate your every move? Are you using me now?”


    Wilma’s eyes narrowed as she took a slow step forward, her voiceced with scorn.


    “And how could you talk to me like that? I raised you, funded your education, and now you are working at the Moran family’spany. Everything you own, everything you have achieved, came from this family.”


    Denver’s face paled slightly at her words. “Mom, what are you trying to say?”


    “What am I trying to say?” Wilma’s voice turned cold, like the bite of winter’s wind. “If you insist on being with Hadley, then leave this house. You are no longer a part of this family.”


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