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    She even knew about dopamine.


    “Dr. Vance told me,” she said. “I checked with him first. He said candy was fine.”


    At the mention of Jewell, William’s expression darkened. So now Jewell and Steven definitely knew he needed candy to take his pills.


    The thought irritated him more than he cared to admit.


    Yet somehow, as he looked at Ste standing in front of him, a head shorter, smiling brightly with a handful of candies, the restlessness pressing on his chest finally eased, if only briefly.


    She ced the candies on the cab. “Remember to take them. If you’re sick, you should take medicine. Get well soon.”


    She spoke with a calm confidence, but William said nothing and walked straight downstairs.


    Ste shrugged, not dwelling on it.


    After breakfast, she told him to call Jewell and let him know she was up for memory therapy.


    William looked up. “If you don’t want to remember, you don’t have to ask Jewell toe.”


    He remembered her saying before that forgotten memories were better left that way, and there was no need to dig any of them back up.


    This time, Ste shook her head. “Those are my memories. I’ve thought it through. Remembering them isn’t a bad thing. Before, I was scared I couldn’t handle the consequences. But that was just weakness.”


    William pursed his lips briefly, then continued eating. “Suit yourself.”


    He sent Jewell a message and then left for thepany.


    Once he was gone, Ste found herself ncing toward the door several times.


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    She patted her chest lightly.


    Being around William felt like walking on eggshells.


    She always had to be careful.


    Her gaze fell on the breakfast still on her te. She wondered whether Sharon and Josie had managed to pass the new clues she’d found to Marc.


    After so many failed attempts, she didn’t dare expect much.


    At the same time, Marc finally found a chance to meet Mr. Hanson.


    But throughout the meeting, every time Marc tried to steer the conversation toward coboration, he was cut off.


    After several failed attempts, his patience wore thin.


    “Mr. Hanson,” Marc said, unable to hold back, “if you don’t intend to coborate with me, why did you agree to meet me at all?”


    They were sitting in a tearoom, and the tension was obvious.


    Mr. Hanson nced at him calmly. “Mr. Walsh, I don’t like discussing business over tea. In many cultures, tea time is meant for rxation and reflection, not negotiations. Isn’t tea considered something refined and pure? Talking about coboration in such a ce feels rather hical.”


    Marc froze. He hadn’t expected such a reaction.


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