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    Jarrod shifted ufortably, his expression darkening. He turned to his parents and muttered,

    “Dad, Mom, I’m telling you, Maia’s upstairs. She’s doing this to test how long we’ll wait.”

    Despite the oppressive heat, the other three stayed rooted in ce, silently agreeing with Jarrod.

    Not one of them made a move to leave.

    On the upper floor, Pattie caught word that even after the cooling system had been shut off, the Morgan family and Vince still refused to budge.

    A quiet scoff escaped her lips.

    “Unbelievable. They’vepletely lost it. Tell security they can take a break somewhere cooler. If those four want to roast, let them roast.”

    To Pattie, this small difort was nothingpared to the suffering Maia had endured in the past.

    She felt no sympathy for them. After all, it was their blindness that had condemned Maia to four years behind bars.

    Just then, her phone buzzed. Maia had sent her a message: I’m leaving for Sceibar soon. You’ll be in charge of thepany until I return. Let me know if anything importantes up.

    Over the next several days, Vince and the Morgan family acted as though they had formed a silent pact.

    Each day, they showed up without fail.

    Their persistence carried the air of a quiet contest, each one determined to prove their devotion.

    Still, Maia never appeared.

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    Before they realized it, two weeks had passed.

    Early one morning, Maia brought Chris to the airport. She had kept to herself during this period, even turning down Ethan’s attempts to meet. Most of her focus went into studying Chris’ medical condition, while the rest was spent offering asional feedback on Alice’s design drafts.

    Meanwhile, word reached her that Cooper Group had taken a serious hit. A dyed shipment had triggered a steep financial penalty, pushing thepany into troubled waters.

    It almost felt as though destiny was finally tipping the scales in her favor.

    Chris, on the other hand, had been keeping a low profile. Since theirst talk, he rarely left the house, and when he did, he made sure to return early and always kept her informed.

    Lately, he had been calling her honey far more often than usual.

    As they walked, Chris pulled the suitcase behind him and grinned over his shoulder.

    Honey, think this is the first trip we’re taking as a married couple.

    Maia didn’t hide her annoyance.

    Tone it down when we’re in public. What if someone spots you?

    Chris simply gave azy shrug.

    Come on. With how we’re dressed, no one’s going to recognize us.

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