?Chapter 978:


    Whose side was he really on? Or was he just ying both?


    Her mind was spiraling, wild and chaotic, with a thousand fears crashing into her at once. Her hands were shaking, and her stomach twisted violently. She covered her mouth with one hand, trying to hold back the wave of nausea threatening to break free.


    Her body couldn’t handle what she’d just discovered. The weight of that betrayal was too much for her to bear.


    Just then, Ste’s phone rang—loud and jarring in the silence.


    She pulled it out like she was on autopilot, her eyes fixed on the screen. An unfamiliar number blinked at her.


    She swiped to answer, her fingers stiff, and right away, Marc’s grating voice poured through the speaker, smug and taunting. “So… found his ring yet, Ste? We weren’t making it up, huh? William really hid it well, didn’t he…”


    She hung up on him immediately, like the call itself repulsed her.


    Her hands were shaking as she blocked the number without hesitation. She didn’t even need to think about it—she never wanted to hear that disgusting voice again.


    Still rattled, she carefully ced the ring back in its box, closed it, and pushed it back into ce on the shelf—trying to erase the whole moment, like it had never happened.


    She made her way back to her room in a daze, copsed onto the bed, and curled up, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.


    Her body trembled, and a strange chill crept over her—even though it wasn’t cold.


    She didn’t know how long shey there before she heard the study door open and William’s footstepsing down the hall. When he didn’t find her in the living room, he walked to her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and when he knocked, it swung open. Right away, he saw her curled up on the bed.


    His brows drew together in a slight frown, then he stepped inside.


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    He reached out, concern etched across his face. “Ste, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”


    She had seemed off ever since they left the cafe.


    As soon as his hand got close, Ste flinched—like he’d burned her. His hand froze in mid-air, caught between wanting tofort her and being pushed away. The air in the room turned thick with tense silence.


    William stared at her, surprised. He had no idea what he’d done to make her react that way.


    Ste kept her head down, avoiding his eyes. Her voice was low and t. “I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.”


    William looked at her for a long moment, as if trying to see through the wall she’d suddenly put up. But in the end, he didn’t push it. He simply said gently, “Alright. Get some rest. I’ve got good news to share with you tomorrow.”


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