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    Dn nced down at Chloe, who clung to his pant leg as if it were the only thing holding her up. She trembled, and he could see she was shattered, terrified, barely holding together.


    A memory hit him: Chloe had almost died once, throwing herself in harm’s way to save him. Even then, when death was knocking, she hadn’t looked this scared.


    For a split second, he wanted to rewind it all—take back the harsh words, drop the test, and just let her be happy.


    After a long, heavy silence, Dn finally gave in. “Alright. You can see Grandma once a year. But don’t think abouting to the Scott family for help. That’s off the table. Think hard before you choose.”


    The moment those words left his mouth, Chloe turned to Morse like he was her anchor.


    She reached for his hand, and when their eyes met, the rest of the world seemed to fade.


    “I’ve made my choice. I want to be with Morse,” Chloe said, her voice steady and sure.


    Just being allowed to see her grandmother once a year felt like a gift—more than she’d dared to hope for.


    She didn’t have to give up everything. She could keep the man she loved and still hold on to a part of her family. That was enough. That made her happy.


    The Scott name, the money, the status—they meant nothingpared to Morse.


    She was ready to live small, live quietly, even struggle, as long as she could wake up next to him every day.


    He wasn’t just a choice; he was the happiness she’d been chasing all her life.


    “Just go,” Dn muttered, turning away as if he couldn’t bear to watch.


    His brow was furrowed, and though he said nothing, his eyes held pain, worry, and perhaps even regret.


    All he could do now was hope—hope that Morse wouldn’t mess this up, and that if anything ever happened, Morse would step up and protect Chloe the way she deserved.


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    Morse bent down and helped Chloe stand, brushing away the tear tracks on her cheeks with his thumb, soft and careful. He looked at Dn’s back, his eyes full of guilt and silent apology.


    After all, he’d wanted her, fought for her, and in the end, he’d taken Dn’s little sister.


    “I swear to you,” Morse said, voice low but firm. “For the rest of my life, I won’t let Chloe down.”


    A soft, blissful smile lit up Chloe’s face, bright and warm. But as her eyes followed Dn’s retreating back, the smile slowly faded, reced by something sharper and more serious.


    “Dn… Take care of yourself.”


    She started to turn away but hesitated, her gaze darting back onest time to his rigid, unwavering posture.


    “I don’t know what happened between you and Christina,” Chloe said softly, her voice steady yet carrying an edge of pleading. “But for the sake of whatever you once felt for her, please—just leave her alone. And if you’re still nning to make things hard for her… know this: I’ll always stand by her. No matter what.”


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