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    She had learned the cruel truth: the Lloyd family’s true target had been her daughter, Bonnie.


    When they couldn’t get to Bonnie, they went after Ophelia instead, using her as a pawn to threaten Bonnie.


    “Beth, no,” Amaya said firmly, taking her hand. “Don’t say that. None of this is your fault, and it’s not Bonnie’s either. It was an ident.” She squeezed Beth’s hand tighter. “We’re family. Let’s not point fingers. The ones to me are those awful people, not us.”


    Beth’s throat tightened with guilt. “But…” she began, her voice cracking.


    “Beth,” Amaya cut in softly, “no more ‘buts.’ Don’t torment yourself. Ophelia will be alright.”


    She lifted her gaze toward the tightly shut doors of the operating room.


    “If Ophelia…” Her voice faltered for a moment before she forced a faint smile. “If Ophelia doesn’t make it, then maybe it’s just fate.”


    “Don’t say that!” Beth cried, her voice raw with emotion. “Don’t you dare jinx it—Ophelia will be fine. She’s always been lucky.”


    “Yes, she will,” Amaya replied, her tone steadier now.


    If the worst happened, Amaya knew she could never bring herself to me anyone. When Florrie lost Bonnie, Beth hadn’t med her. Even through her own heartbreak, Beth had offeredfort instead of anger.


    Beth was kind—and so was her family. They were bound not just by blood, but by love. They couldn’t afford to turn on one another.


    Ophelia had always been gentle-hearted. She would never want to see them consumed by me. The real faulty with the Lloyd family.


    They needed to stand together, united against their shared enemy, and make the Lloyd family answer for what they had done.


    Atst—after what felt like an endless wait—the heavy doors of the operating room swung open.


    Both families sprang to their feet, hearts pounding, eyes brimming with tears and desperate hope.


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    “Doctor, how’s my granddaughter?”


    “Jordy, was the surgery sessful?”


    “How’s Ophelia, Jordy? Did it go well?”


    They all spoke at once, voices ovepping, before quickly falling silent in anticipation.


    “Ophelia’s surgery went very well,” Jordy said, his tone steady but tired. “Now we just have to wait for her to wake up.”


    “That’s wonderful! She’s safe—Ophelia’s safe!” Amaya cried, sping Jordy’s hand with trembling relief.


    She turned to the medical team, thanking them over and over, before looking back at Jordy. “Jordy, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, I might have lost her…”


    Jordy’s face flushed with embarrassment.


    He knew the truth—he wasn’t the one who had saved Ophelia. It was Bonnie. Bonnie was the one with the remarkable skill, the true savior.


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