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    Meanwhile, at the Ward family vi, Gavin nced at the caller ID, his eyebrows knitting together. He answered the phone, his voice calm, “Mrs. Morgan, what’s going on?”


    Sandra immediately softened her voice.


    With a dramatic sigh, she said, “Mr. Ward, I had no other option but to call. Everyone knows about Vince and Rosanna’s engagement, but now there’s chaos online. I need to understand Vince’s feelings. Has he… not moved past Maia?”


    Gavin’s forehead creased as he quickly grasped the situation. “What’s going on?”


    Sandra exaggerated the details. “The inte’s aze with stories about Vince and Maia. The gossip is fierce. They’re saying Vince’s heart still belongs to Maia. Poor Rosanna can’t even step outside without being targeted. She’s cried so much, her eyes are swollen! You know how deeply she cares for him.”


    She sighed again, adding softly, “I only have two daughters, Mr. Ward. Vince can’t im both, can he?”


    Gavin stayed quiet, his expression darkening.


    Sensing his hesitation, Sandra pressed on, “Mr. Ward, Maia is no longer considered part of our family. She’s served time, she associates with lowlifes from the slums — she’s not fit for the Wards.”


    Emotion surged as she continued without filter, “My family may not rival yours, but Rosanna is precious to us. She spent years lost to us, suffering hardships. Since she returned, we’ve treated her like a treasure. As her mother, I can’t stand by and watch her hurt.” The unspoken warning was clear. The Morgans would not allow Rosanna to be humiliated, nor let Maia sabotage the marriage.


    Gavin finally spoke, his tone very somber. “I’ll give you an exnation for this matter.”


    Sandra ended the call, a cold smirk curving her lips. She eagerly anticipated Maia’s downfall.


    The Ward family would only recognize Rosanna.


    Inside the Ward mansion, Gavin closed his eyes after hanging up, lost in thought.


    Momentster, he summoned the butler.


    “Fetch Vince,” he ordered.


    Soon, Vince entered the study, puzzled. “Dad? Is there something you need me to do?”


    Gavin rapped his fingers against the desk, his voice sharp. “I warned you yesterday to stay away from Maia! Now there’s a scandal everywhere. Are you disregarding my words?”


    Caught off guard, Vince stammered, “It’s not like that, Dad—”


    “Oh, really?” Gavin cut him off with a scoff, shoving his phone at him. “What do you call these, then? Do you think I’m an idiot? I may be aging, but my mind is sharp!”


    Seeing the incriminating photos, Vince stepped back in shock.


    He hadn’t checked his notifications all morning. He never expected such a situation to arise.


    Trying topose himself, he said, “It’s the paparazzi twisting things. Maia and I—”


    “Enough!” Gavin mmed his palm on the desk, rage radiating from him.


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