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    “You… do you still want to be acknowledged as a member of our family or not?” Terence thundered, convinced she had onlye back to enjoy their wealth.


    “Where are my mother’s ashes?” Davina shot back coldly, refusing to answer his question.


    She didn’t care about her status as a Murray. She hade for one reason—to reim her mother’s ashes.


    She refused to let her mother rest among such vile, heartless people.


    “What do you want your mother’s ashes for?” Terence demanded, his tone sharp, masking his unease with anger.


    “Just answer me,” Davina replied, her voice cutting and calm.


    Terence’s eyes flickered with calction, and a sly idea took shape.


    He let out a dryugh. “You can have your mother’s ashes, but only if you agree to one condition of mine.”


    “What condition?” Davina asked tly.


    “You must marry the Lloyd family’s eldest son, Darian Lloyd,” Terence dered.


    “In your dreams,” Davina hissed, her wordsced with frost.


    Christina had been right all along. The Murrays had no intention of sacrificing their own daughter for that alliance. Instead, they were making Davina the offering.


    Without Davina, their precious daughter Katy would be the one forced into the marriage.


    Their son Conrad, after all, was their treasure—the one destined to carry on the family name.


    “Then don’t even think about getting your mother’s ashes back,” Terence replied coldly, his tone as hard as stone, leaving no room for negotiation.


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    “Honey, please don’t be so harsh. Let’s talk this through,” Nelly said, tugging gently at his sleeve.


    Then she turned to Davina, her face softening into a mask of false kindness.


    “Davina, your father only wants the best for you. Don’t misunderstand him,” she cooed sweetly. “The Lloyd family is one of the wealthiest and most powerful in Jasgow City. If you marry their eldest son, you’ll be thedy of that grand household. The Lloyds have only two sons. The younger one’s an illegitimate child—ugly and mute. Naturally, the entire fortune will go to the elder son. If you marry him, you’ll live in luxury beyond your dreams. So many women would envy you for the chance.”


    Davina let out a cold, mockingugh and cast Nelly a chilling nce.


    “If it’s such a glorious opportunity, why don’t you send your own daughter instead? Or better yet, maybe your son could go—he’d probably fetch a better price than a daughter.”


    This remark made the couple’s expressions darken instantly, their faces tightening with unmistakable displeasure.


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