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    Elena instantly recognized the bracelet as the one Bertha frequently adorned. Elyse had the audacity to take something from her own grandmother!


    With resolve, Elena seized the bracelet. “I’m not going to involve the police, but your presence in the Harper family is no longer tenable.”


    Consequently, the servant was dismissed.


    The clock ticked deep into the night, and Bertha had already retreated to her slumbers. Elena chose not to disturb her peaceful rest.


    Elsewhere, Elyse paced nervously. She had nned for the servant to send her a signal once Elena drifted off to sleep. Only then could she coordinate with an aplice to quietly remove Elena from the Harper family’s estate.


    Darren had already secured a hotel room in anticipation. All that remained was for Elyse to deliver Elena.


    However, Elyse’s anticipation stretched through the night, yet no message came from the servant.


    The next day, Elena, clutching the bracelet tightly, made her way to Vince’s ce.


    Elyse had been awake the entire night. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her nerves were frayed. By dawn, she was running on pure exhaustion, barely holding herself together.


    Elyse stood by the window, watching as Elena strolled into the vi with effortless ease. In that moment, Elyse knew—herst shred of hope was gone. Those ipetent servants! They had taken her bracelet but had failed to follow through!


    A mix of fury and disbelief twisted inside Elyse. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes wild with rage as she locked onto Elena, staring like a vengeful ghost refusing to fade away.


    Bertha barely had any appetite. She managed only a few slow sips of porridge that morning. When Elena walked in, Bertha was lost in an old photo album, flipping through its pages with quiet nostalgia.


    The moment Bertha saw Elena, guilt washed over her. A few days ago, she had foolishly believed Elyse’s lies and had misjudged both Louis and Elena.


    Elena approached with a soft smile. “Grandma, how are you feeling today?”


    Bertha’s tense expression softened into a warm smile. “Elena, did you eat? If not, I can have someone make something for you.”


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    “No need. I already ate,” Elena replied before settling beside her. “What are you looking at?”


    Resting on Bertha’sp was a well-worn leather-bound photo album, its pages aged and delicate—a treasured piece of her past.


    Bertha gently took Elena’s hand. “These are old pictures. Lately, I find myself revisiting the past more and more.”


    Elena nced down, following Bertha’s gaze.


    In her youth, Bertha had been a striking beauty, dressed in an elegant vintage gown, radiating poise and charm. Standing behind her in the photo was a tall, handsome man—her husband.


    Elena had never met her grandfather, but just from the pictures, it was obvious Alexander was the spitting image of his father.


    Most of the album was filled with pictures of a younger Bertha, some alone, others with her husband.


    As Bertha turned the pages, the pictures shifted. There were fewer images of her, reced by photos of the Harper family’s children.


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