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Daimon didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he brushed past Ertha and rolled Enlyan’s wheelchair toward the bathroom."Everything you need is here. If you need any help, just call Auntie Kira."Enlyan nodded. "Got it," she replied quickly, washing her hands.Meanwhile, Daimon scooped up Jessica and carried her to the sink. "Come here, let’s wash your hands properly."Jessica giggled as he gently rubbed her tiny hands under the warm water.Enlyan, drying her hands with a towel, found herself pausing to watch them. It was a rare sight—Daimon, usually cold and distant, was handling Jessica with such care. For a brief moment, something in her heart wavered.But just as quickly as the thought came, she pushed it away. Daimon’s tenderness was fleeting. She knew better than to be fooled by it.Once Jessica’s hands were clean, Daimon carried her back to the dining table, setting her down in her chair. Enlyan followed in her wheelchair, her expression unreadable as she observed the scene.The tab

Enlyan’s fingers paused for a brief moment. Then, turning her head, she flashed a sly, almost mischievous smile.“Well, then his ex-wife was a fool,” she said lightly. “What’s the point of marriage if a man doesn’t dote on his wife? A woman who keeps sacrificing for a man... isn’t that just another kind of slow death? At that point, dying might actually be a relief.”Ertha’s face darkened instantly. His hands curled into fists at his sides.“Iris, don’t go too far!” His voice was sharper this time, laced with real anger.“Madam was the kindest, most remarkable woman I’ve ever known,” he snapped. “You? You don’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as her! Don’t start thinking you belong here just because you’ve moved in. The master is only being tolerant of you—for now. But don’t mistake his patience for acceptance. The moment you push too far, don’t be surprised if I’m the one throwing you out myself!”With those biting words, he spun around and stormed out of the room, hi

Enlyan chuckled softly, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. "Alright, sweetheart. Once your daddy comes, we'll go back home together."Outside the room, Daimon clenched his fists tightly. His face was tense, his jaw locked.Her father was standing right outside her door. And yet, she was looking for someone else.The realization cut deeper than he had ever expected. Being a stranger to his own child—it was a pain unlike anything he had ever felt before.Leave him?There was no way in hell he would let that happen.Daimon pulled out a cigarette with unsteady fingers and lit it. He took a deep drag, hoping it would ease the turmoil in his chest. But the bitterness of the smoke caught in his throat, making him cough violently.His grip on the cigarette tightened as his thoughts spiraled.Daimon barely reacted when Auntie Kira snatched the cigarette from his hand. He just kept staring at the closed bedroom door, his expression unreadable."Sir, your health isn't good. You shouldn't be

With a final, quiet breath, he let himself hold her just a little longer, savoring the fleeting moment of intimacy, before he slowly, reluctantly, tried to pull away once more but her grip on him tight as if she were afraid he would vanish if she let go.He didn’t want to leave her either. He would wait. He would let her hold onto him as long as she needed. His heart swelled in his chest, and a sense of peace, long absent, began to settle over him. He hadn’t realized when he had drifted off to sleep, but the calm that surrounded him now was unlike anything he had felt in years.When he woke, it was bright outside, the sun streaming in through the windows. The bed was still warm with Enlyan’s presence, and she was still nestled against him, holding onto him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Daimon smiled softly, a feeling of contentment washing over him. He hadn’t slept this peacefully in five years—since she had been with him."Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood," he whispe

"You’re overthinking. I was forced to stay here. It’s complicated. I’ll explain when we meet."Without waiting for his response, Elyana set her phone down and turned toward the mirror.This mansion… Once upon a time, she had fought desperately to hold onto it, believing it was her home. It had been her safe haven, the place she had poured her heart and soul into, but now? Now, it felt suffocating. A cold, oppressive reminder of her past—of the woman she used to be.The Elyana from five years ago had been hopelessly devoted, clinging onto love with everything she had. And what had it brought her? Betrayal. Heartache. A shattered dream.She let out a slow breath, pushing away the thoughts as she grabbed her makeup brush. A touch of color to her lips, a bit of foundation to even out her skin—nothing too extravagant. Then, she picked out an elegant yet casual outfit, something that made her feel like herself, not the woman Daimon had once discarded.Satisfied, she turned toward Jessica, w