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    Marching toward them, arm in arm, were Rosanna and Sandra.


    Their eyes widened in surprise the moment they spotted Kathie and Ethan standing behind Maia. Rosanna’s gaze flickered with guilt.


    At the sight of her, Ethan’s expression tightened. His lips parted like he wanted to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Realization hit him cruelly.


    Rosanna wasn’t his sister anymore.


    The faint light in his eyes faded, reced by a cold, guarded distance.


    Standing nearby, Sandra shot Maia a look filled with thinly veiled disgust. Her voice dripped with mockery as she said, “So, Maia, did you crawl back to these slums because you’re broke? I thought you had a rich man backing you. What happened? Did he toss you aside already? How pathetic. But I thought you’d already anticipated this day. After all, who would ever take a woman like you seriously? A few nights of fun, then they move on. It’s not like you were ever worth more than that.”


    Years ago, the Morgan family had kept Ethan’s existence hidden from Maia, terrified that people from the lowest corners of society would cling to their name and cause a scandal.


    Never in her wildest thoughts had Sandra pictured Maia showing up today with them.


    Even after being raised as a Morgan for seventeen years, Maia chose to stand with people from the bottom rather than crawl back and beg for a ce at their table.


    To Sandra, it was absolutely humiliating.


    Seething inside, Sandra could hardly contain the anger and disappointment boiling in her chest.


    Kathie, hearing Sandra’s vicious words, stared at Maia, heart aching. In that moment, she thought she understood. Surely, she thought, Maia must have been desperate enough to sell herself just to scrape by. The pity weighed heavily on Kathie’s heart.


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    Beside them, Ethan bit down hard on his lip, sneaking a nce at Maia. But Maia’s gaze remained calm, unmoved.


    “If you’re this desperate, why show up at a ce like the Primary Healthcare Center?” Sandra nced at Elvira’s clinic nearby, sneering. “What, here to beg Dr. Cullen for charity?”


    “Watch what you say! Why can’t wee here like everyone else?” Unable to hold it in any longer, Kathie stepped forward, her face flushed with anger.


    The sight of Sandra’s face brought a flood of memories crashing back. It had been four years since she showed up with her group and took Rosanna away. And she would never forget the brutal way Sandra had kicked Ethan in the chest, sending the frail boy flying.


    Sandra wore high heels, and that kick was so hard that it left Ethan bedridden for a week.


    And here she was again — sneering at Maia, proving that the Morgan family had never had an ounce of decency.


    When Sandra’s eyesnded on Kathie, the memory hit — she was the one who, with Ethan, had tried to stop her from taking Rosanna. She let out a cold, mocking snort.


    “Of course, you can’te here! Still acting high and mighty when you’re nothing but trash from the slums? Know your ce!”


    Kathie’s cheeks turned bright red, and her lips started to quiver after hearing what Sandra said.


    Elvira frowned. The idea of Maia, as a gold digger, depending on a man seemed impossible. With the kind of skills Maia had, not even if pigs started flying would she ever lean on any man! She had never shown the slightest interest in Elvira’s own brother. Why would Maia bother giving some random guy a second nce?


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