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    Doctors and nurses rushed inside, throwing the ward into utter chaos.


    In the sprawling garden of the Scott family mansion, a sea of vibrant blossoms unfurled in every shade imaginable, while at its heart stood a graceful semicircr ss sunroom.


    Inside, every object exuded luxury, each piece priceless, framed by billowing white curtains that draped softly, casting the space in a dreamlike, pristine glow. Seated within, one could sip tea while gazing out at the endless flowers. The delicate fragrance of blossoms seemed to mingle with the steam, winding its way into the tea itself, sliding down the throat like liquid springtime and soothing the spirit.


    Christina sat across from Margot in the sunroom, the two of them sharing tea and the beauty of the garden.


    “Your hands are gifted,” Margot said warmly, her lips curving with a smile. “After your earlier massage, I feel utterly rxed, as if a weight has been lifted.” Though their acquaintance had been brief, Margot found herself growing steadily fond of Christina. The more moments she shared with Christina, the more she found the girl utterly delightful.


    As Margot came to understand Christina better, she grew more convinced that Vickie did not stand a chance against Christina when it came to the prospect of bing Dn’s wife. Christina was not merely aplished; she was dazzlingly exceptional. When her brilliance surfaced, there were few women in the world who could rival her glow.


    Margot even thought, with a twinge of doubt, that her own talented grandson might not be worthy of Christina.


    “You tter me, Mrs. Scott,” Christina replied, her smile graceful andposed.


    “Come sit by me,” Margot said, gently patting the chair at her side.


    Christina moved forward obediently, and as soon as she sat, Margot sped her hand.


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    Before Christina could react, Margot slipped an antique jade bracelet onto her wrist, the stone shimmering with age and value.


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    “Oh, Mrs. Scott, I can’t possibly ept this. It’s far too precious—please, you must take it back,” Christina protested, attempting to remove it and return it to her.


    “Keep it. The gifts I give are never taken back,” Margot said firmly, halting her. “If you truly don’t want it, then set it aside as though it were nothing more than a trinket. I’ll just think you dislike the gift I gave you.”


    Christina quickly shook her head. “No, I do like it. It’s just far too valuable for me to ept.”


    “Isn’t the painting you gave me valuable as well? That Half-Faced Warrior has long been my favorite. I always wished to see the painting restored and imagined the brave and radiant expression of the girl in the painting. You’ve made that wishe true.”


    Margot’s hand lingered over Christina’s in affection. “And beyond that, you cured Chloe’s illness. No gift is too precious for someone who deserves it as much as you.” As though she had read Christina’s unspoken thoughts, she added with quiet conviction, “Do not feel burdened. Some treasures, no matter how rare, only find their true worth in the hands of the right person.”


    Before Christina could respond, Margot rose gracefully to her feet. “I’m a little tired now. I’ll go and rest for a while.”


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