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    “That’s right.” Ethan turned toward her with a warm smile.


    The sight made Marisa bristle. She looked away in annoyance but couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at him.


    Mnie crossed the room quickly and sped his hand. “Have you decided where you’ll go after being discharged? Why note over to my house? My father’s back tonight, and we’d love for you to join us for dinner.”


    At those words, Marisa’s head snapped toward Mnie, eyes narrowing. What was Mnie trying to pull with that invitation?


    The invitation caught Ethan off guard, though his decision had already been made.


    “Not tonight,” he said gently. “Maybe tomorrow. Your father just returned, and I’m sure the trip must have drained him.”


    He added with a calm smile, “Besides, I promised Kathie I’d head straight home after being discharged. She’s probably cooking already, and I don’t want to let her down.”


    Mnie faltered for a second before forcing a cheerful tone. “In that case… let me drive you back.”


    Ethan gave a small nod of eptance.


    What he said, however, wasn’t the truth.


    He hadn’t told Kathie about his discharge, nor did he n to go home.


    Instead, he nned to go to Maia.


    He wanted a private conversation with her—to warn her against clinging to men like Chris and to remind her not to overlook someone as genuine as Hurst. “Did either of you check Twitter yet?” Marisa blurted out. Her fingers fumbled across her screen until a flood of notifications lit up the disy.


    Lifting the phone for them to see, she said, “Richard and Sandra were in a car crash. Their vehicle went over a cliff, and now both are in a vegetative state.”<fn86c0> Th?s chapter is updated by find?novel</fn86c0>


    “You’ve got to be kidding!” Ethan and Mnie shouted at the same time.


    Scrambled to open the app themselves, scrolling furiously. Within minutes, outrage boiled between all three of them.


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    “Rosanna’s ying a dirty game,” Mnie said. “She’s pretending to defend Maia while postingments that practically invite others to tear her apart. Look at this—she keeps repeating that it has nothing to do with Maia, but it’s clearly meant to stir the mob against her.”


    Marisa scoffed and shook her head. “Unbelievable. That Morgan girl has finally mastered backhanded tricks. And the worst part? People are apuding her for it. Have they already forgotten Rosanna’s past scandals? Why would anyone still believe her words and think that she’s a kind-hearted person?”


    Ethan clenched his phone so hard that his knuckles turned white, furious at how the inte was turning against Maia.


    “Damn it!” Ethan whispered.


    A crushing weight pressed against his chest, making it hard to breathe.


    Why couldn’t Rosanna leave Maia alone, even after all this time?


    The whole tragedy had been nothing more than an ident.


    And besides, Maia wasn’t even part of the Morgan family—there was no reason to drag her into it.


    What made his blood boil most was the cruelty online, everyment sharper and more malicious than thest.


    “Maia’s nothing but a liar. Heartless to the core!”


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