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    Jules’ voice came through the receiver, low and unhurried. “Are you at thepany?”

    “Yes,” she replied coolly. “Why?”

    “I’ll exin when I see you,” he said, then hung up before she could press further.

    She tucked the phone away and returned to her work, losing herself in spreadsheets and documents until Jules strolled in.

    He stopped a few feet from her desk, watching her for a moment with mild disbelief. “I will never understand why you work yourself to the bone when you could be basking infort as the Ford heiress.”

    With the Ford empire behind her, Corrine had every reason to coast through life, living off generational wealth and prestige. Yet here she was—elbows deep in work, chasing results that did not rely on her background.

    She closed the file in front of her and gave a faint, knowing smile. “I do not feel at ease living off the family’s fortune.”

    “If I were in my grandfather’s good graces, I wouldn’t lift a finger,” Jules muttered, copsing onto the couch like a bored prince. He floppedzily across the backrest. “There is progress at theb. Want toe take a look?”

    Corrine paused.

    In the past, she would have agreed to the tests without a second thought—not because she was reckless, but because she hade to terms with her condition.

    The doctors had told her she would not live past eighteen. Every day since felt like a borrowed gift, a fragile extension from fate itself.

    Because of that, she had never feared side effects orplications. Each morning was already more than she had been promised.

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    But things had changed.

    Now she yearned for healing—for more time—but dread coiled in her chest. What if the treatment went wrong? What if she never opened her eyes again? What would happen to Nate?

    Jules must have sensed the turmoil in her silence. He said nothing more, choosing instead to sit with her in the heavy quiet.

    He understood her fear. Herst reaction to the medication had shaken them both. That memory had not faded.

    He still prayed for a breakthrough—something to suppress the toxins eating away at her—but at what cost?

    Minutes ticked by before Corrine finally spoke, her voice steady but low. “Let’s go.”

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