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    The screen lit up with the name “Carol.”


    Katelyn raised her hand and pressed the answer button.


    “Carol,” she said softly.


    Carol’s voice was warm and affectionate.


    “Katelyn, have you thought about my invitation to my birthday banquet? You really mustn’t say no this time.”


    Previously, Katelyn had been nomittal over the phone. Carol, knowing Katelyn well, sensed her hesitation. This time, she broached the subject again, leaving no room for Katelyn to decline.


    Feeling cornered, Katelyn replied, “But my presence might make everyone ufortable.”


    Carol dismissed her concerns with a decisive gesture.


    “As long as I’m there, no one will dare cause you any difort. Katelyn, this birthday is significant. You have to attend, or I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” Her voice took on a grave tone.


    Katelyn clutched her phone tighter, concern in her voice. “What’s wrong, Carol? Is there something you’re not telling me about your health?”


    “I’m not getting any younger. This might be myst birthday celebration.” Carol sighed heavily, her toneden with emotion. “So, I hope you’lle, just to fulfill myst wish.”


    The inevitability of life’s cycle weighed heavily in her words.


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    “That can’t be possible. You seemed fine when Ist saw you. Have you consulted a doctor? What was their diagnosis?”


    Her questions tumbled out, eachced with concern. Carol’s lips curved into a smile, touched by Katelyn’s evident care andpassion. She greatly valued Katelyn as a granddaughter-inw for her attentive and thoughtful nature, a stark contrast to Neil’s shorings.


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    Masking her amusement, Carol feigned frailty and said, “I’m old, dear, and the doctor says this is all quite normal. We all must face life’s end. That’s why I want you at my celebration.”


    Vincent raised his eyes as Katelyn approached, his concern deepening when he noticed her weary state. “If you’re not well-rested, you should consider taking the day off,” he suggested.


    Katelyn rubbed her eyes, her voice faint. “I’m concerned about missing important work. I’ve been out for a bit, and the design department is alreadygging.”


    Vincent’s expression tightened as he said, “There’s a lounge behind my office equipped with a bed. Why don’t you take a short nap there?”


    This time, Katelyn didn’t resist. She genuinely needed some rest. She gathered a pillow and nket and headed to the lounge, intent on getting some sleep. However, her phone rang just as she was about to rx.


    Katelyn, previously resolute in her refusal, felt her resolve soften. Seeing Carol as a cherished figure in her life, she knew that missing the banquet over concerns of awkwardness would be a lifelong regret.


    Without hesitation, Katelyn confirmed, “I’ll be there.”


    Carol’s mood instantly brightened upon hearing themitment.


    “Excellent, it’s in three days. I expect to see you there.”


    “Okay.”


    After ending the call, Katelyny on the bed, restless and unable to sleep. Carol was her only remaining family. Was she about to lose her too?


    With a deep sigh, Katelyn closed her eyes, confronting the stark realities of life, particrly the vulnerability of the elderly. All she could do was value the time with those she cared about.


    Eventually, she managed a few hours of sleep. Though brief, it helped alleviate her weariness. She tidied up the nkets and pillows before leaving the lounge.


    Vincent had moved to the meeting room next door. The vast office was now empty except for her.


    Katelyn pulled out her unfinished design sketches and continued refining them while also reviewing submissions from other designers.


    When Vincent returned, Katelyn was deeply immersed in her work. He approached, noting her healthierplexionpared to the pallor of the morning.


    “Next time you’re tired, make sure to take a break. You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”


    Katelyn nodded and looked up at Vincent. Remembering something, she set down her pen.


    “Mr. Adams, are you going to Mrs. Wheeler’s birthday banquet in a few days? She called again, and I’ve decided to go.”


    Vincent, having anticipated her decision, knew of her close bond with Carol, akin to that of blood-rted grandparents and their grandchildren.


    “I’ll be there,” he stated firmly.


    Katelyn gave a firm nod but added nothing further. The conversation ended there, and time swiftly passed, bringing them to three dayster.


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