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    Though Milton harbored the same frigid contempt for her, she’d desperately hoped to extract even the tiniest morsel of information about Arthur from him. But fate had crushed her hopes once again—Milton refused to acknowledge her existence.


    To avoid contaminating their sight with her presence, both Arthur and Milton had mastered the art of bypassing the first-floor living room entirely. Their private elevator swallowed them directly from the garage, whisking them upstairs and denying her any opportunity for contact or conversation. Such arctic treatment had delivered profound humiliation to her wounded pride. Yet, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Years ago, she had defied her parents and brother to force her way into the Campbell family, severing all ties with her own bloodline. If she abandoned the Campbell household now, homelessness would swallow her whole, making her theughingstock of society. So despite the relentless torment, she’d endured each agonizing day for Arthur and her shattered pride.


    Earlier, Milton’s car had vanished into the elevator’s hungry mouth, and her heart plummeted into an abyss of crushing disappointment while her curiosity exploded into overdrive. A girl had upied Milton’s passenger seat.


    The tinted windows concealed her features like a protective veil, yet Eva could distinguish her delicate silhouette with startling rity. Based on her graceful outline, the mysterious girl radiated breathtaking beauty and youthful vitality. Eva’s mind raced. Arthur remained a man of legendary devotion, his heart sealed in faithful dedication to Milton’s mother throughout all these lonely years. Milton had simrly rejected romantic entanglements with women, channeling his youthful energy into solitary pursuits. His secretaries were all male.


    Yet today, these two men—typically so immune to feminine charms—had weed a young, stunning girl into their sacred domain. Milton’s boldness in bringing this girl home meant Arthur had granted his explicit approval. Who was this enigmatic girl? What purpose drove Milton to bring her into their fortress? Would she encounter Arthur after ascending to their private floors, and what earth-shattering events would unfoldter on?


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    These burning questions invaded Eva’s mind like wildfire, leaving her writhing in restless agony and suffocating unease.


    Even though Arthur never truly belonged to her, Eva kept a close watch on him. Whenever a woman appeared near him, no matter her age or appearance, Eva’s eyes sharpened, probing every detail, leaving no room for suspicion. Each day, anxiety gnawed at her as she tracked his every move, terrified that another woman might steal him away.


    That concern alone was torment enough, yet Arthur’s constant distance made it impossible for her to keep tabs on him.


    Unable to monitor him, her mind spiraled, weaving dark scenarios that turned every moment into misery. For over twenty years, she had lived trapped in this cycle—a relentless battle between anguish and an unwillingness to let go of Arthur.


    A familiar knot of unease tightened in Eva’s chest as she watched Milton escort a striking young woman up the stairs.


    Sitting down felt impossible, her restlessness unbearable. Yet, standing only made each step feel like walking on thin ice—precarious and uncertain.


    She questioned the butlers and servants nearby, but none could offer a clear answer. Her mind spun wildly, a chaotic storm of fears and doubts, pushing her to the edge of madness.


    Just as she was about to be overwhelmed, she spotted the Campbell family’s medical team approaching the elevator. She froze. Why summon the doctors now? Was Arthur ill? What had happened?


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