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    That was remarkably perceptive.


    Ophelia’s eyes caught the light, sparkling with a subtle, calcting gleam as she studied Christina.


    She found it astonishing that Christina could instantly discern the subtle health issues Florrie faced, problems that stemmed from chronic and excessive worry.


    “Are you a doctor? My grandmother definitely worries way too much,” Ophelia asked, barely containing her sudden excitement.


    “Kind of,” Christina replied with a smile.


    She considered mentioning her profession as a veterinarian but quickly decided it was best not to disclose that particr detail.


    “That’s amazing!” Ophelia praised.


    Florrie tightened her grip on Christina’s hand and spoke rapidly. “Since you have other ns, the very least we can do is exchange contact information. I insist on treating you to a meal or finding a way to thank you properly.”


    “There really is no need. It was just a small thing, honestly,” Christina replied, trying to wave off the fuss.


    “But I insist, otherwise I’ll feel terrible,” Florrie dered, instantly turning to Ophelia. “Ophelia, get her contact number right now!”


    Florrie’s inner conviction was that if the girl walked away now, she would be impossible to track down again. A powerful voice in her heart warned her that she must not lose this girl, or the regret would haunt her forever.


    She had already resolved to secure Christina’s contact information under the guise of gratitude, allowing her to discreetly investigate the girl’s backgroundter.


    “Oh, right!” Ophelia eximed, quickly pulling out her phone, visibly eager to connect with Christina.


    Christina felt the gesture she made was minor and certainly didn’t warrant this level of dramatic gratitude.


    However, seeing their strong, unwavering insistence, she graciously agreed to share her contact details.


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    “My name is Ophelia Vaughn. What’s yours?” Ophelia asked, her eyes twinkling with genuine interest.


    “Christina Jones,” Christina stated simply.


    Ophelia’s eyes widened in sudden surprise. “That’s wild! My grandmother’s surname is Jones too!”


    “What a coincidence.” Christina chuckled softly.


    It was bing abundantly clear that the red-haired young woman was the heiress to the most influential family in Jasgow, while the kind, elderlydy was the revered mother of a powerful business magnate from Lionesspaw.


    In a turn of cruel irony, the very man Christina had been contracted to assassinate was Florrie’s own son.


    She hadn’t formally epted the contract, yet simply meeting Florrie’s gentle, trusting gaze filled her with an unexined, immediate guilt.


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