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    The very first thing she did afternding was track down Ste’s whereabouts. Since Marc had failed to take her away, Ste had to still be staying with William. Jazlyn convinced herself that as long as she could find Ste and beg her properly, Ste would agree to help Marc escape prison. In Jazlyn’s rigid thinking, Ste was still the same woman who had lost her memory — someone who, once softened and forgiving, could make everything right again. Being overseas, Jazlyn had no idea Ste had already regained her memories. She spent more than half her remaining money hiring a private investigator, and the moment she received Ste’s address, she rushed there without dy.


    Jazlyn had returned in such haste that she’d barely brought any belongings. She hadn’t changed clothes in two days, her hair disheveled, every trace of the former grace she once took pride in long gone.


    The instant she reached the vi gate, she dropped to her knees. “Ste, pleasee out,” she cried, her raw, desperate voice ringing across the quiet grounds. “Are you really going to let Marc rot in prison without doing anything?”


    Her wailing drew repeated nces from the patrolling security guards.


    Ste heard Jazlyn the moment the first shout rang out, yet she had no intention of stepping outside. She assumed Jazlyn would tire herself out and eventually leave. Clearly, she had misjudged her persistence.


    When Ste still didn’t appear, Jazlyn only cried louder, her voice breaking. “Ste, you are my son’s fiancée. How can you be so cruel? He treated you so well. Have you forgotten everything he did for you? You cannot be this heartless.”


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    Not everyone in the vipound knew the history between Ste and Marc. They watched curiously as Jazlyn knelt on the ground, and some even pulled out their phones to record.


    Inside the vi, Ste was on the phone with Jewell and Steven. Jazlyn’s crying was so loud that both men could hear it clearly through the line.


    Jewell frowned. “What is happening there? I hear someone crying — or am I imagining it?”


    Ste walked to the window and lifted the curtain slightly to look outside. Seeing Jazlyn still kneeling at the gate made her brows knit together.


    “It’s Jazlyn. I’ll step out for a moment. We can talkter.” Her voice turned cold as she moved to end the call.


    Jewell said immediately, “Do you want Steven and me toe over?”


    “No. I can deal with this myself.”


    She ended the call and went outside.


    Ste understood Jazlyn’s temperament. If ignored long enough, she might eventually leave on her own — but by then the nearby residents were already watching, and things could easily spiral into something messier. She didn’t want any of this to reach William, so she decided to handle it properly before he found out.


    Ste steadied herself and turned to Tasha, who stood beside her with worry written inly across her face. “Tasha, I’ll step outside for a moment. Stay here and don’t follow me.”


    Tasha hesitated, concern flickering in her eyes, but she didn’t argue. She nodded and watched Ste walk out through the vi doors.


    At the gate, Ste found Jazlyn kneeling on the ground, her face streaked with tears. She looked utterly wretched — nothing like the domineering woman who had once hurled orders at her without a second thought.


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