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    Sharon called almost instantly. “She actually went to your ce? What did she say? Did she give you trouble?”


    “No,” Ste answered. Her voice sounded rough and strained. “She came looking for William, but he’d already gone to the office.”


    Sharon held her breath on the other end, her tone turning careful and tense. “Then… what did she say to you?”


    Ste let out a small sigh, sounding even more worn down than before. “She said she likes William and asked me to make room for the two of them.”


    “Who the hell does she think she is?” Sharon exploded, her anger crackling through the phone. “They’ve known each other for only a few days, and she already has the nerve to pull something like that. Stel, wait there — I’ming over right now!”


    Knowing how impulsive Sharon could be, Ste tried to calm her down. “Sharon, I really am okay. I don’t want things to turn ugly. And… she’s not entirely wrong. If William truly has feelings for her, I don’t have the right to interfere.” And even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop it.


    Sharon sounded frantic. “There’s no way William has feelings for her. At first I thought she might actually be decent, but showing up at your door to provoke you this fast? That tells me everything. She’s bad news!”


    Ste didn’t respond right away. On the other end, Sharon’s voice wavered, thick with emotion — overwhelmed by how unfair everything felt for Ste. “Stel,” she said softly, “why don’t you go back to the Carter family, ore stay with us for a while? There’s no reason for you to keep suffering alone in that vi.”


    Now that William wasn’t forcing Ste to stay, there was no reason for her to keep trapping herself there.


    Ste shut her eyes, took a slow, steady breath, and finally said, “I’ll think about it.”


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    After the call ended, she remained seated on the bed for a long time without moving. Sunlight filtered in through the window, washing over her and carrying a faint sense of warmth. The room was so quiet she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.


    Her thoughts drifted back to the day she first came here with William, shortly after her memories had returned. Back then, she was convinced she could help him heal — convinced that they would eventually find their way back to what they once were. She truly believed it was possible. Now, looking back, that hope felt painfully naive, almost ridiculous.


    At seven that evening, William returned to the vi from the Briggs Group. The moment he pushed the door open, the scent of freshly cooked food drifted toward him. Tasha was still upied in the kitchen, while Ste sat in the living room with herptop open, focused on her work. When she heard the door, she didn’t turn around — only spoke quietly. “Tasha’s almost finished. You can go change and wash up. Dinner will be ready soon.”


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