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Chapter 71: The Unacceptable Truth

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Grandma O’Neil smiled softly, her frail eyes glowing with warmth as she reached for Alex’s hand.

“I’m fine, my dear,” she said, her voice steady but full of emotion. “Thanks to this young woman here — the gift the Heavens sent to me.”

She stretched out her other hand toward Celine. “Come, my child. Sit beside me.”

Celine hesitated, uncertain what to do. She glanced at Alex, who looked just as stunned, then slowly moved forward and sat next to the old woman.

Her heart pounded in her chest, unsure if what she was hearing was even real.

Grandma held Celine’s hand gently, her thumb brushing over the faint mark on her neck. “Do you remember the neck mark unique to the first daughters of the O’Neil line?” she asked, turning to Alex.

Alex frowned slightly but nodded. “Of course I remember. Every first daughter from the O'Neil lineage has it,” he replied carefully, wondering what she was getting at.

“Good,” Grandma said with a small, emotional smile. “Then know that Celine not only bears t
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