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    Kaiden’s strong presence could make her grandmother uneasy. Besides, he didn’t seem to have much patience for long conversations with the elderly, and Ellie didn’t want him to feel awkward because of her.


    When Demi left the hospital, she silently cursed her bad luck. Being pregnant, she didn’t want to pick up any bad energy from the dying old woman.


    As she reached for her phone to call her assistant, Demi noticed a photo that had been sent to her. The sight of it made her seethe with anger.


    In the photo, Erick was looking at Ellie with unmistakable affection. It had been taken backstage at the broadcast studio.


    Erick had chosen to meet that despicable Ellie,pletely ignoring her.


    Ellie walked into the room and saw the old woman on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, barely holding on. The sight filled her with deep sorrow.


    She regretted how cold and distant she had been to Cecelia before.


    “El, you’re here.”


    The weakness in those words barely concealed the strength that had once defined her. The gentle, forgiving woman Ellie remembered had now be this frail figure before her.


    “Grandma.” Ellie tried to hide her sadness. “The doctors said you have a rare heart condition. You’ve always been on medication. How did this happen so suddenly…?”


    “The medication was finished.”


    A hint of bitterness flickered in Cecelia’s weak eyes. She didn’t want to die, but her life had always been controlled by that man.


    “El, I need to tell you something.”


    Cecelia’s expression grew serious as she took a deep breath, her frailty evident. Ellie leaned in closer, eager to hear her grandmother’s words. “Please, go on, Grandma.”


    Cecelia began her story, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. “When you were little, you got sick and passed out. A man carried you to the hospital on his back. He made sure you saw the best doctor and paid all the hospital bills. He’s the one who saved your life.”


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    Ellie’s eyes widened in shock. “Grandma, are you sure? Is there any chance you’re mistaken?”


    Cecelia sighed, taking another deep breath as she steadied herself. “Everything I’ve told you is the truth. I never learned his name. I only saw him twice, and he was quite young…” She paused, her voice faltering as she coughed. “He was younger than thirty.”


    Ellie’s voice trembled with disbelief. “But why are you telling me this now?”


    Cecelia’s breathing became morebored, and her coughing intensified. “Because… there’s no point in keeping secrets anymore. I’m dying, and I don’t want these secrets to go with me.”


    Tears welled up in Ellie’s eyes. “But why did you do everything he asked? Why did you keep it all a secret?”


    Cecelia gave a bitterugh, her eyes dimming with regret. “Over ten years ago, our family’s fortunes changed overnight, all because of him.” Her voice grew firm, and Ellie could hear the gravity in her words.


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