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    “Yes,” Christina confirmed calmly.


    By now, countless people online had already guessed that part of her identity.


    Seeing it confirmed left Ophelia speechless. Her eyes went wide, her mouth parted slightly as she stared in disbelief.


    Standing beside them, Merlin found himself stealing nces at Christina. So it was true—she really was the Boxing Queen. No wonder she had managed to defeat that violent Super Champion with such ease; she’d been a powerhouse all along.


    Christina was truly something to behold, and her protégés were all top masters in their fields.


    Though his face remained stern, deep down, Merlin was genuinely in awe.


    Their family was full of talent, but a multi-skilled genius like Christina—she was one in a million.


    “Wow… I can’t believe I was right,” Ophelia breathed atst.


    Following Christina’s gaze, she noticed Merlin still watching, his expression as severe as ever.


    Quickly, she raised her hands and covered his face. “Christina, don’t look at this scary face—it’s way too fierce!”


    Merlin, now with his face suddenly hidden, frowned slightly, which only made him look even more intimidating.


    He wanted to appear warm and friendly, but somehow his expression never quite cooperated. At the forensic center, he’d been told not to smile—now, at home, he couldn’t even show his face.


    Christina couldn’t help butugh softly. “It’s alright. Merlin just tends to keep a straight face—he hasn’t quite mastered how to rx his expressions yet.”


    “Yeah,” Merlin admitted stiffly, trying to soften his look.


    Still, the moment Christina said his name, warmth flooded through him—it felt like honey melting on his tongue. Since finding her, he finally felt like his family wasplete.


    “You just go on spoiling him,” Ophelia sighed with a yful roll of her eyes.


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    Watching the three of them banter so naturally, the elders exchanged tender smiles.


    Their hearts swelled with relief and determination—they silently promised to make up for every hardship Christina had endured.


    Amaya reached out gently, taking Christina’s hand. Her lips trembled, words hovering but never forming.


    All she wanted was to hear Christina call her “Aunt Amaya,” yet she hesitated, afraid that eagerness might make the girl ufortable.


    “Aunt Amaya, if there’s something on your mind, please tell me,” Christina said softly, sensing she had something to say.


    The simple address broke thest of Amaya’s restraint. Tears welled instantly, spilling down her cheeks in uncontroble streams.


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