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    The servant hesitated but quickly lowered her gaze. “Thank you, Miss Campbell.”

    With the tray bnced in her hands, Wanda made her way to the study—but paused just before knocking. The door was slightly ajar.

    She stilled, drawn by the sound of voices inside, and leaned in almost unconsciously. Through the narrow gap, she caught sight of the room’s upants.

    Arthur sat behind the vast mahogany desk, every inch the dignified patriarch. Even at rest, he emanated quiet authority—the sort that made people listen and obey without question.

    Beside him sat Milton—straight-backed and sharp-edged, a man cut from ambition itself. His features were finely chiseled, his energy coiled and potent, radiating the kind of pressure that made it impossible to lie or pretend in his presence.

    Wanda had lived under the same roof as Milton for years, yet his intensity never failed to strike her. That fierce, maic presence—effortless and unrelenting—still held her captive.

    Arthur and Milton each possessed striking looks, though their appeal took distinctly different forms. Anyone unfamiliar with their story would never guess they were father and son.

    Wanda, however, knew Milton was indeed Arthur’s son, as confirmed by a DNA test.

    When it came to appearance, Milton clearly took after his mother’s side. Yet, his mother’s identity remained a mystery. Still, seeing Milton’s captivating features, it was easy to imagine that she must have been a stunner.

    Since Eva, admired for her grace and beauty, never managed to win Arthur’s heart, Milton’s mother had to be even more remarkable and unforgettable.

    Abruptly, Arthur turned to Milton with a question. “Any leads on your mother or your little sister?”

    Hearing this, Wanda froze, her eyes growing wide as his words sank in. Arthur had been searching for Milton’s mother all along, and there was a daughter involved?

    A cold anxiety swept over Wanda. Even though the Campbell family had epted her in name, Arthur and Milton had never truly weed her with open arms. And if Arthur ever managed to find the daughter he lost, would there still be any room left for her in the Campbell family? What was she supposed to do if the rightful heiress came back to im her ce?

    Worry tangled her thoughts in knots, each scenario more troubling than thest.

    Before the silence stretched too long, Milton provided an update. “Based on what we’ve learned, Mom had escaped to Ublento before my sister was born. After she arrived there, everything about her movements went cold—no record of whether she stayed or left.”

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    Arthur gave a curt nod, determination hardening his features. “Milton, exhaust every possible lead. I don’t care if we have to search every corner of Ublento—we will find them.”

    Confidence filled Milton’s voice. “No worries, Dad. Since we moved to Ublento just for this, we’ll have answers someday.”

    Regret clouded Arthur’s expression as he let out a heavy sigh. “All these years, not a single word from your mother. Maybe she’s never forgiven me. And your sister, she must be grown by now. I missed her whole childhood. Who knows if she’d even want me in her life?”

    Tears threatened to spill as Arthur spoke, sorrow and longing mixing in his eyes until they nearly brimmed over.

    Emotion shimmered in Milton’s eyes, turning them red. “Don’t say that, Dad. Back then, Mom made me promise to look after you before she left. She always loved you, and I know she never held a grudge.”

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