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    Hearing that, Sharon was even more thrilled.


    Her grandfather was a passionate art lover too, and she remembered him once speaking highly of Sterion’s work.


    If she could surprise him with this painting, he’d be absolutely delighted.


    “Stel, what do you think of this one?” Sharon asked eagerly, pointing toward the painting.


    Ste smiled and gave a nod. “If you really love it, then don’t hesitate. Get it.”


    “Alright, I’m sold! I’m buying it right now!”


    Sharon carried the painting over to the front desk with a spring in her step. But just as she opened her mouth to ask the price, the shop’s ck door creaked open behind them, and someone stepped in.


    Both Ste and Sharon turned to look and were stunned to see Jazlyn, Marc’s mother.


    Jazlyn froze at the sight of Ste, her hand flying to her chest in pure shock. “Oh my goodness!” she gasped.


    Her eyes flew wide open in disbelief as she stared hard, trying to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.


    Was that really Ste standing there? But Ste had died six months ago… right? Was she looking at a ghost now?


    Up until now, Jazlyn had been living a rxed life in Choria, spending her days ying cards and enjoying leisure.


    But just yesterday, after hearing Marcin about his project falling apart, she’d booked the first avable flight and rushed over. She had an old acquaintance in the city and had nned to ask for a favor. At her age, she wouldn’t have made the trip if Marc hadn’t sounded so desperate.


    Thest thing she expected was to run into Ste, and with a man at her side.


    Her brain scrambled to process everything, and within moments, her face twisted with rage.


    “Ste! So you faked your death just to hook a wealthy man? You’ve got some nerve. So who’s the fool now? And don’t tell me Marc’s troubles at work are just a coincidence—this is your doing, isn’t it? Are you seriously trying to get his attention again? You’ve been married for years and still haven’t had a child. What makes you think you have any right to keep showing up in my son’s life?”


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    Just saying it out loud made Jazlyn’s temper spike even more. She had believed that the moment Ste married Marc, a grandchild would follow soon after.


    But year after year, there had been no baby.


    Despite all her pampering—making soups, giving health advice—none of it had worked.


    It now felt like all her efforts over those years had beenpletely wasted.


    Sharon was about to speak up, her brows already furrowed, but Ste gently caught her wrist.


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