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    There was no real escape.

    He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and walked to a blind spot in the surveince, dialing a number. “Theb’s clear. I’m the only one here.”

    With that, he ended the call, pocketed the device, and turned on his heel, vanishing into the dark.

    Corrine and Jules had already left the institute behind. Corrine nced at the time, her thoughts drifting toward Kinsley. She was nning to stop by the hospital.

    Lately, she’d been searching relentlessly for a specialist—someone capable of removing the bullet safely—but it was proving far moreplicated than she’d imagined. Until the right surgeon could be found, Kinsley would have to remain in the hospital to recover.

    “What’s on your mind?” Jules asked, throwing a sideways nce at her.

    She looked up and offered a faint shake of her head. “How’s the Hond family holding up?”

    A dry smile tugged at Jules’ lips. “You can’t y nice with people like that. Dewey and his crowd don’t know what decency is.”

    Just saying Dewey’s name sparked a flicker of disdain in Jules’ eyes. “The Honds just got pped with awsuit over pollutioning from their factory. I might have helped stir the pot a little. If Dewey wants to salvage what’s left of his legacy, he’d better straighten up.”

    The choice was simple: if Dewey cooperated and tackled the pollution problem by the book, the situation could still be salvaged. But if he insisted on cutting corners, he was only digging the Hond family’s grave deeper.

    In the end, it wasn’t about Jules stepping in to destroy them. Their fate was shaped by Dewey’s own choices.

    Corrine nodded in agreement. “Let’s hope he learns before it’s toote.”

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    Jules let out a short, humorlessugh. “Honestly, I didn’t think he’d have the guts to face you again.” Much less speak of fatherly love.

    The phrase was almost offensive.

    He remembered vividly: Corrine, abandoned in the dead of winter, dressed in nothing but threadbareyers. If they hadn’t found her in time, she would have frozen to death.

    Back then, Dewey had treated her like a curse—something to be discarded.

    And now that she’d grown into someone of worth, he had the gall to reappear, clutching at blood ties and whispering about paternal love? It was revolting.

    Corrine turned toward the window, watching thendscape roll past in silence. “The world’s full of surprises.”

    Their conversation dwindled as the car pulled smoothly up to the private hospital’s entrance.

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