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For most, loyalty might not carry much weight, but for Jacob, it was crucial.

Even when he stayed silent, Corrine didn’t rush him. She leaned back,posed, as though time itself would hand her the answer. Her patience wasn’t passive. It carried weight. It told him she already knew what he would choose.

Jacob took a deep breath after a lengthy silence. “Since Dewey was sent to the sanatorium, Carl has been worried that Dewey might do something extreme and harm you. He instructed me discreetly to monitor the sanatorium. There was no activity until this morning when we received news that…” He paused, gauging Corrine’s reaction.

Corrine’s expression remained impassive, as though the news of Dewey was of no consequence to her.fn90cb Readplete version only at f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?/fn90cb

However, Jacob’s deliberate pause made her brow furrow slightly. “What’s the news about?”

With a tight-lipped expression, Jacob finally disclosed, “They reported that Dewey passed away due to a sudden illness early this morning.”

Jacob’s words left Corrine momentarily stunned.

Was she really as heartless as Dewey had used, branding her an ungrateful wretch?

Over the years, any warmth from Dewey had faded, leaving behind only the bitter memories of his cruelty.

Night after night, Corrine had harbored deep resentment toward him.

How could a father overlook the servants’ mistreatment, endorse rissa’s cruelty, and leave his daughter to the merciless winter without remorse? Corrine’s disdain for Dewey’s ruthlessness and indifference grew each day. Her desperate pleas in the snow, where she had swallowed her pride, were met not with forgiveness but with scathing criticism. He charged her with dishonesty and ack of remorse.

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It was in that moment she knew—he didn’t want her apology, and he had hoped she would simply vanish.

Now, when word of Dewey’s death reached her, Corrine’s emotions were muddled. She felt neither sorrow nor sce.

It felt like a pebble tossed into a stillke—small ripples formed, and then faded into nothing. The silence returned, unchanged.

Jacob noticed Corrine’sposed reaction and paused briefly before he ventured, “Miss Hond, are you alright?”

Corrine returned abruptly to the present, her expression unwavering as she inquired, “Has the autopsy reporte out yet?”

She was skeptical of the sudden illnessbeled as the cause of death. Despite losing all emotional ties to Dewey, Corrine knew him as a man who meticulously managed every detail of his life, health included. With regr health screenings every three months and thorough check-ups biannually, Dewey’s sudden passing seemed out of character.

He would not have ignored signs of illness.

His greed was such that he wouldn’t let anyone elsey hands on his fortune. Even in death, he would never find peace.

Jacob outlined the official verdict. “He died of a sudden illness. The investigation concluded his meals were regr, and by the look of it, there were signs typical of a stroke.”

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