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    Katharine, ever the social butterfly, soon had the crowd captivated. Before long, they were moring for her to join them for a drink.


    “Daniel, has Katharine been drinking too much?” Ellie asked, concern crossing her face.


    Daniel waved dismissively. “It’s nothing. She can drink Glenn and me under the table without breaking a sweat.”


    Of all the guests, Edwin was the one most pressured to drink.


    “Mr. Stephens, I hear you and my sister grew up together. You must toast to that friendship.”


    “I heard you used to y with my sister. Here’s to your bond.”


    “Thank you for looking after Ellie back then. Come on, have a drink.”


    “Oh, let’s not forget that craps gamest year—the one where you lost everything but your pants? Let me apologize on Ellie’s behalf. Cheers!”


    One ss after another, Edwin found no relief, unable to refuse the constant barrage of drinks.


    The realization struck the guests— Katharine was avenging Ellie. Though they hadn’t interacted much with Ellie or wronged her, Edwin, notorious for his past mistreatment of Ellie, was receiving a different kind of “special treatment.”


    “Katharine! Katharine! That’s enough,” Ellie implored, gripping Katharine’s arm. She nced at Edwin, now unsteady, and whispered to Katharine, “I’m on good terms with Edwin now. His brother has helped me a lot.”


    “You can’t hold your liquor, Edwin,” Katharinemented, allowing Ellie to lead her away.


    After a few steps, a thought struck her. “Ellie, keep your distance. Don’t want you catching the smell of booze from me.”


    A stunned silence fell over the room. There was a palpable sense of incredulity in the air, mixed with a hint of amusement at the situation.


    It was a stark reminder of Katharine’s and Daniel’s fierce protectiveness over Ellie.


    More guests arrived, showering Ellie and Kaiden with gifts and well-wishes for the baby. The presents ranged from baby items to supplements for Ellie.


    “Ellie, how’s Flossie’s injury?” Levy inquired, handing over his gift. Ellie met his gaze.


    “Mr. Sanders, if you’re so concerned, why not ask her yourself?”


    “You don’t want me to ask, do you?” Levy’s smile was tinged with bitterness. “I carry the weight of her injury on my conscience. It’s my fault she was hurt.”


    It wasn’t that Levy didn’t want to ask Flossie about her injury. In truth, he was surprised he still cared about her.


    His past girlfriends hadpletely faded from his life, and no matter how much they clung to him, he ended things as he intended. But Flossie was different. She was an exception.


    Levy thought it made sense. She was so gentle and innocent. He couldn’t help but pay more attention to her.


    “Flossie has recovered nicely,” Ellie said after a moment.


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