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    The leading role hadn’t even been secured yet—how could she possibly leave now!


    After the initial shock subsided, Elyse’s anger red so intensely that her eyes reddened with unshed tears.


    It was crystal clear now—not being Samira’s own flesh and blood meant she didn’t truly care about her at all!


    Samira stormed back home, her face flushed with anger.


    Vince and Javier had just finished breakfast when they spotted her. Javier quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked, “Morning, who upset you?”


    “It’s Elyse,” Samira blurted out.


    Vince rose from the dining table and made his way to the living room, concern etched across his features. “You didn’t have breakfast with us this morning. Why are you back alone? Where’s Elyse?”


    Samira copsed into an armchair, still fuming. “I’m too upset to eat!” The recent events had left her simmering with frustration.


    She had extended herself, trying to help Elyse secure opportunities, only to be used of meddling in affairs that weren’t hers to manage. Unable to hold back any longer, Samira turned to Vince. “Honey, we don’t have a daughter, but I treat Elyse like my own. She wants to enter the entertainment industry, so I’ve been looking for resources to help her. But she doesn’t appreciate it at all.”


    Her voice cracked as she continued, “Just now, she even sided with Louis against me. She really lets me down.”


    Vince poured her a ss of water and handed it to her. “Don’t be upset. It’s not good for your health,” he said softly.


    Samira epted the ss and drank half of it, her emotions calming slightly.


    Javier chimed in tofort her, “Yeah, Mom, your health is what matters most. Help others if you can, but don’t stress over it if you can’t.”


    His words carried a newfound maturity that caught Samira off guard.


    She scrutinized him, eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s gotten into you? You used to care most about Elyse’s affairs. You even dared to sell your father’s paintings to make her happy.”


    At the mention of the paintings, Javier’s eyes shed with guilt, and he felt a faint ache in his back.


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    Ufortably, he said, “Mom, this has nothing to do with Elyse…” A solemn promise to Elyse bound him to silence, and he intended to keep his word no matter what.


    “Come on,” Samira interrupted, her tone softening slightly. “You’re my son. I know you well.”


    Despite his mischievous nature, Javier wasn’t a bad kid. Recklessly squandering money wasn’t in his character.


    Since childhood, he had carefully saved his pocket money to buy gifts for Vince, Samira, or Elyse.


    Immediately upon hearing this revtion, Samira and Vince had guessed the true reason behind his actions.


    They pretended not to know, however, considering Elyse’s sensitivity and Javier’s willingness to help.


    Words failed Javier as he stammered, struggling to defend himself.


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