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    Truett’s shoulders sagged with a sigh. “We all have regrets, Stel. Mine is not having many wishes left in this life. All I want is to see you and Marc doing well. If you could be together again… that would mean everything. Please, just promise me you’ll give him a chance.”


    Her gaze softened at his weary expression. She couldn’t bring herself to shatter his hope.


    After a long pause, she spoke in a soft voice. “I’ll visit you from time to time. But I can’t promise anything about Marc.”


    It was the furthest she was willing to bend.


    Truett nodded, knowing she wouldn’t be swayed further. “Alright. Tomorrow I have a hospital check-up. Stel, could youe with me—and Marc?”


    Though she had refused to promise Marc another chance, Truett was determined to establish contact between the two of them. He believed that, with enough time spent together, perhaps old wounds could fade.


    Ste thought it was silly, but she couldn’t refuse him after already agreeing to visit. So, she nodded.<fn1d0e> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find{n}ovel</fn1d0e>


    The next afternoon, she took leave from the research institute to apany Truett to the hospital.


    Word of her absence reached William soon enough.


    As Sandra delivered a stack of files to his desk, he casually asked, without looking up, “Why are you the one here today?”


    Sandra instantly understood his meaning. “Sylvia took the afternoon off.”


    William’s pen paused mid-page. Leave? Why?


    He signed the papers with a flick of his wrist, dismissed Sandra, and went straight to Paul’s office.


    “She said she’s apanying an elder to the hospital for a check-up,” Paul exined. “Didn’t say who.”


    William frowned. Someone from the Carter family? Unease crept into his chest. Without another word, he pulled out his phone and dialed Luca. “Find out who Ste took to the hospital today.”


    Luca moved fast. Within hours, he not only confirmed who Ste had apanied but alsopiled her recent movements, forwarding the report and photos straight to William’s inbox.


    When William opened the file, anger surged through him. There, on the screen, was Ste walking into the Walsh mansion with Marc.


    Marc leaned toward her slightly, his posture protective, his expression soft.


    Ste didn’t lean back, but she didn’t push him away either.


    A sharp snap cracked the silence—William’s pen broke in his grip, ink streaking across his sleeve. He didn’t notice. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened. Marc. What was she doing with him? How dare that man circle back into Ste’s life? And Ste… she knew exactly what kind of snake Marc was. She knew his selfishness, his lies, his betrayals. So why—why was she allowing him toe close?


    An unsettling heaviness pressed down on William. His chest tightened, and the tie around his neck suddenly felt unbearable. He yanked at it with sharp impatience. Striding toward the floor-to-ceiling window, he tried to steady his breath, but the thought gnawed at him.


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