Sadie nodded. "So that's why Stefan has been hanging out with Yosef's cousin a lot lately. Looks like their families are thinking about tying the knot."Shawn glanced at his tablet, and Yosef's face popped up on the screen, looking a bit frosty.A reporter asked Yosef, "Mr. Webb, could you tell us what are your hopes for Four Prosperity Group?"Yosef's voice was deep and clear, without a hint of feeling. It was as if he was always keeping his distance. "Hopes?"At just that word, Zara's eyelashes fluttered. She started breathing fast.Shawn saw it that time and quickly set the tablet aside to take her hand. "Zara?" he whispered.Was she coming around?Yosef's voice kept going, reaching Zara's ears with every word."I've put money and hard work into it, so of course, I want it to do well, to grow, to hit the stock market big time, to make it to the world's top companies, and for it to be a giant in the economy."The reporters chuckled. "Mr. Webb, you seem to be in a great mood

The moment Shawn gently placed Zara on the bed, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him with a sleepy gaze and murmured, "Shawn, you've come back."Shawn gazed down at her with concern. "Doesn't your head hurt from sleeping so much every day?""I'm just really tired," she mumbled, curling up under the covers like a sleepy kitten seeking warmth.Without thinking, Shawn softly stroked her cheek. Sadie, who had been standing quietly behind him, saw that intimate moment and slipped out of the bedroom. She paused outside the door with a look of uncertainty.The room was dimly lit, with soft light from the yard's streetlamps spilling through the window and the hallway's wall lights casting a cozy glow.Shawn said in a gentle whisper, "Let's go out for dinner. You've been in Marsberg for quite a while and haven't really explored."Zara did not seem too excited. She rested her head on the edge of the blanket, her voice weary. "I saw enough that day we went from the port to the mano

Zara's dreams were not a place to hide from her troubles. She never knew when the scary wilderness scene would replay in her sleep. The arrow wound from Yosef had healed on the outside, leaving a small scar.However, it still hurt with every heartbeat, reminding her of that awful day. Zara took a deep breath, and tears filled her eyes. "I don't know how to deal with this, Shawn. I don't know how to face Sharon's death, the pain of the arrow, losing my family, or Yosef trying to end my life. It's all too much, and I can't find any answers." Why did those things keep happening to her? Sitting on the chilly, hard wooden floor, Zara shivered as the mirrors around her showed her trembling form. Her voice quivered as she said, "I think I should've died that day." Zara used to be so strong, never letting Yosef's harsh treatment beat her down. Now, however, she was talking about death as if she had no life left in her. She was just like an old, faded photo. Shawn knew her pain was dee

Zara tried to keep her tears at bay, but they spilled out nonetheless.She knew every word of what Sharon wanted to say to her.Mothers always know their daughters the best. Sharon was sure of that. She knew if anything happened to her, Zara would think it was all her fault for trusting Yosef, the man who brought danger to their doorstep and caused harm to Sharon and Trevor. With her final words, she made sure Zara knew she did not blame her at all.Shawn offered Zara a tissue, but she just shook her head and wiped her tears away with her hand. That was the one time she would cry, the very last time. The next tears she shed would be on the day she got her revenge."Did my mom say anything else?" Zara's voice was rough with emotion.Nord nodded. "She reminded you not to forget what you promised her, that you have to find Holly."Holly, also known as Holly Lowry, was the Lowry family's third daughter.Shawn lifted his cup, the steam fogging up his face. "I've sent people to sear

Zara carefully squeezed some ointment onto a cotton swab and gently applied it around the edge of the wound, then slowly moved toward the area that was bleeding. Her touch was so gentle. "It's not the same thing."Shawn felt her touch was too light, like a feather. It was not painful but ticklish. He watched her serious face in the mirror, her eyes focused and intent.He did not ask her what she meant by 'different'.Maybe she was just saying that it hurt more when it was her own pain than when others were hurt.However, he remembered how she used to be a delicate little girl. After ten tough years, including signing herself into surgery, she was not scared of a little scrape.Thinking about it made Shawn's forehead crinkle.Zara thought she had hurt him and blew gently on his wound. Shawn, feeling a tickle, chuckled. "I'm not a kid."Blinking, she then noticed a scar on his chest. It was hidden before by his shirt. It was small and round, like a bullet wound.She froze and ask