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    She looked at her son — at the obsession twisting his gaze — and felt the warmth drain from her body. If he truly went after Ste, William would not hold back. She had known for years how dangerous he could be. Anyone who crossed him paid a heavy price. Thest time, the Walsh Group had copsed entirely. She had barely managed to secure a ce to live. If she angered him again, she might not survive it.


    Fear overwhelmed her. Her legs gave out. She sank onto the sofa, buried her face in her hands, and broke into sobs.


    After a long while, she raised her tear-streaked face and looked at him. He showed no emotion. She spoke in a hollow voice. “Fine. I will leave. Is that enough for you?” Their family truly owed Ste a debt — like a curse that would not lift, she kept crashing back into their lives.


    Only then did Marc’s tightly wound nerves loosen. His voice softened. “Mom, do not be afraid. Once everything is arranged, I wille for you. I will not abandon you.” Whether it was Choria or somewhere else, as long as they stayed together — was that not enough? Besides, there was nothing left here worth holding on to.


    She did not argue. She nodded numbly and went upstairs to pack.


    He exhaled slowly, the pressure in his chest easing. After reminding her several more times, he rushed her to the airport and watched until she disappeared past the security gate. Only then did the tension finally settle.


    The moment he walked away from the terminal, however, Jazlyn turned around and exited through security. Once she was certain he was gone, she took out her phone and dialed a number. The call connected almost immediately.


    “Hello, Livia? This is Jazlyn.” Her voice was rough and broken from crying. “I need your help. Tomorrow, when you are at work — can you try to approach Marc?”


    The conversationsted a long while. Only after she felt somewhat calmer did she end the call, thanking the person on the other end several times.


    She stood in the middle of the crowded airport, exhaustion weighing down every part of her body. She knew she still had to board the flight to Sharbesy that day — if she did not, Marc would soon realize she had never actually left. She could not stop him on her own, so turning to someone else was her only option. She could not simply watch him rush headlong toward disaster.


    Livia Clifford worked as a designer at his studio — fresh out of school, young, attractive, and quietly fond of him. Jazlyn had noticed her for some time and believed she was far morepliant and sensible than Ste. She had even once considered bringing the two of them together.


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    With everything arranged, she listened to the boarding announcement echo through the terminal and walked back through the security checkpoint, blending into the flow of travelers.


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