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    His eyes were rimmed with red, the rare shimmer of tears betraying how hard it was for him to let her go.


    “When youe to Lionesspaw, I’ll hand over all my shares to you,” Hurley promised sincerely.


    “Thank you, Dad,” Christina said with a gentle smile, not arguing or turning him down.


    After saying her final goodbyes and promising she’d visit soon, Christina slipped into the car.


    Yet her father’s unresolved troubles still hung over them like a sword of Damocles, sharp and threatening. The one who wanted her father dead could very well be waiting in Lionesspaw.


    The moment Christina returned to Dorfield, she headed straight for the Dawson residence, her car packed with gifts for Bethel.


    Bethel rushed forward to hug her.


    Bethel’s eyes softened instantly. “Why do you look so tired, child? It breaks my heart. Haven’t you been eating well over there?” She reached out with her wrinkled hand, gently cupping Christina’s cheek. “I’ve got a pot of nourishing soup simmering just for you. You’re having at least two bowls tonight, understood?”


    Christinaughed, leaning into her touch. “Bethel, I swear I haven’t lost weight. If anything, I think I gained a little.”


    “Nonsense,” Bethel huffed, giving her a stern look. “You look thinner to me. You need some proper feeding.”


    Christina chuckled helplessly. “All right, all right—you win. Whatever you say goes, Bethel.”


    Bethel’s tone softened again. “How about you stay with me for a while? I’ll cook for you every day and make sure you’re healthy and glowing again.”


    “Deal,” Christina said warmly. “I’ll stay a bit before I head to Kitaso.”


    It had been ages since she’d had real time with Bethel. Now that she was back, she wanted to make up for it. Bethel was getting older, and Christina knew their moments together were precious. She didn’t want to look back one day and regret not cherishing them enough.


    “Just don’t overwork yourself,” Bethel said, her voice full of affection. “If your job gets too demanding, let it go. My shares alone are more than enough to support you for the rest of your life.”


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    Christina smiled, shaking her head slightly.


    “If you didn’t want to work, you could let someone else manage thepany,” Bethel continued.


    Christina smiled again, shaking her head slightly. “You know me, Bethel. I can’t sit still. Work keeps me going—it gives me something to look forward to. I actually enjoy it.”


    Because even with all the money in the world, an idle life felt hollow. Without purpose, even the richest people eventually lost their spark.


    She’d learned that what mattered most wasn’tfort—it was direction.


    Sometimes she had bad days, moments where she wanted to give up. But she always found her way back—one night of rest, and she’d start fresh again.


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