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    The others were used to her high energy and casually greeted her back while staying focused on their work.


    Once Sandra changed into herb coat, she walked over and asked with a glint of curiosity, “Sylvia, who dropped you off this morning?” She had seen everything from across the street.


    Ste paused, already used to Sandra being theb’s unofficial gossip radar—never missing a beat.


    “It was Mr. Schoenberg—the one who delivered our equipmentst time,” she said casually.


    Sandra’s eyes lit up. “He’s back in Choria?”


    “Seems like he’s got other work here,” Ste said. “I’m not exactly sure.”


    She remembered Rutherford had said he came for the birthday party, but now that the event was over, he hadn’t rushed to leave. He probably had more business in town. She didn’t tter herself into thinking he’d stayed just for her.


    While fiddling with her equipment, Sandra mumbled, “William and Mr. Schoenberg are both amazing… Sylvia, if you had to choose, who would you choose?”


    Ste looked up. Sandra had asked this before—just ying around, trying to liven up theb.


    “I wouldn’t choose either of them,” Ste replied tly.


    Sandra blinked. “What? You don’t think they’re good enough?”


    “It’s not that. They’re both great guys,” Ste said. “But that’s exactly why it’s not up to me to choose.”


    She didn’t see the point in ying out hypotheticals that didn’t mean anything.


    But Sandra wasn’t letting it go. “Still, if you had to pick one?” Clearly,b work was too boring today.


    Ste hesitated for a moment, then said, “Then I’d choose Rutherford.”


    She didn’t put much thought into it. It was just… ever since she started suspecting the Briggs family might’ve had a hand in her adoptive parents’ death, she couldn’t bring herself to choose William anymore.


    Sandra looked surprised. She’d always thought Sylvia leaned toward William—after all, they’d known each other way longer.


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    Before she could ask anything else, Ste cut her off. “Alright, let’s get back to the experiment.”


    Neither of them noticed the shadow that had silently passed by outside theb door.


    Back in his office, William sat down at his desk. All the way from theb to here, not a single smile crossed his face. He hadn’t said a word to anyone.


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    Staring at hisputer screen, William didn’t absorb a single line.


    His head was spinning with Ste’s words. She picked Rutherford. Even after he’d known her for more than a year—long before Rutherford showed up—why would she give Rutherford a chance and not him?


    William ran a hand through his hair, frustration building. For the first time, he had to admit—he really didn’t understand her.


    He’d seen the emotion in her eyes. It wasn’t as simple as she made it sound.


    But the words she spoke? Cold. Final.


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