Ralph frowned as he watched Khloe, a heavy weight pressing against his chest. He wanted to say something, anything, to comfort her—but his lips twitched helplessly, and no words came.Arista quickly embraced her. "Khloe, don't let yourself despair. Even if Nick couldn't walk all the way with you, he was truly happy with you. I could see it. He protected you and the child—he wouldn't regret it."George was not one for consolation, yet for the first time, he couldn't bear to see a woman cry—except for Arista. He stood, shot a glance at Ralph, and quietly stepped out of the room.Arista stayed with Khloe, gently comforting her, but Khloe said nothing. She lay against Arista's chest, eyes closed, letting the tears fall in silence. The grief was unbearable, yet she remained acutely aware: she had to restrain herself.After a long while, Khloe slowly rose from Arista's arms."Ralph," she said, "Nick wouldn't have abandoned his promise. If his identity hasn't been confirmed, he may still
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