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    Her son Conrad was the Murray heir. Everything had always been for him.


    Katy loved her brother fiercely. Nelly believed Katy would probably be willing to take the hit if it meant saving them all.


    “If only Davina were still around, she would be the best person for this,” Terence muttered, sighing.


    There was no emotion in his voice—just regret for leaving her out in the remote countryside to fend for herself.


    If she were still alive, she could’ve taken the fall and helped the family in their time of need.


    They’d sent people to look for her, but all they got back was that she was already gone. No body. No closure.


    “That useless girl was so damn delicate!” Nelly snapped, pping her thigh in frustration. “She was spoiled rotten and couldn’t even survive out there!”


    Nelly’s eyes were wild, her voice bitter. If Davina had lived, her own daughter wouldn’t have to be sacrificed like this.


    “She was doomed from the start,” Nelly spat. “All that wealth, the high life—it could’ve been hers. But she never even got the chance.”


    Terence let out a cold snort, his eyes narrowing in contempt. “Just like her mother. Weak and pathetic. If she hadn’t died, she’d be married into the Lloyd family by now.”


    While the two of them ranted about Davina, whom they thought was long dead, a security guard burst into the room.


    “Sir! There’s someone at the gate asking for you!”


    Nelly tensed. Her face darkened as she shot Terence a sharp look.


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    “What now? Another one of your women showing up?” she said, her voice thick with sarcasm, eyes shing with anger.


    “Terence, I’ve turned a blind eye to your affairs, but don’t you dare let them show up at our home. That is like spitting in my face. And if Conrad finds out and tries tomit suicide again—what then? Who’s going to take over this family? He’s all we’ve got!”


    Tears started spilling from her eyes, but her voice stayed cold. She acted like she cared about the big picture—but conveniently forgot she’d once been the other woman herself, the mistress who took the ce of Terence’s first wife.


    Davina’s mother had been that wife—the one Terence had driven to her grave.


    “Honey, I swear, I’ve got nothing going on with anyone else,” Terence said quickly, panic creeping into his voice. He was terrified Conrad might try something drastic again.


    After all, none of his flings had ever given him another child. Besides Davina, he had only Katy and Conrad.


    The guard, frightened, then spoke again nervously. “She… she says her name’s Davina Morris. ims she’s your daughter, sir.”


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