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So what if she had to marry an ugly man? So what if it meant losing her eyesight? If she couldn't take her revenge on the Morrison family and Catherine, she would rather die in humiliation."Uh… I was just joking, Patrick. Please don't take it seriously," Emily said with a forced laugh.Patrick chuckled. "Oh, of course, I knew you were just joking. I actually think your joke was pretty funny."Since his incredibly busy son had far too many "vital affairs to manage," he'd left before she arrived."Don't worry," Patrick said cheerfully. "You'll meet him again soon. Don't be disappointed.""I'm not disappointed," she murmured under her breath."Good. Now that you've officially joined Seymour Group, I'm assigning you the mall redevelopment project."At the mention of work, Emily immediately straightened, her expression turning serious."I'm very familiar with that project," she said. "But back then, as a subcontractor, there were things I couldn't say directly. Now that I'm in-hous

"That's about it," Bobby concluded, rising from his seat. "I hope you can make the revisions as soon as possible."Catherine hurriedly stood up. "Bobby, could you please put everything you just mentioned into a document and send it to me?"Bobby arched a brow. "And why should I?""We didn't quite catch everything you said," she admitted.He gave a short, humorless laugh. "That's your problem, then."Catherine's expression darkened. Clearly, she thought Bobby was being difficult on purpose."I heard your company changed project leads," she said, struggling to keep her tone polite. "Could I meet the new person in charge?""Sorry," Bobby replied curtly. "Our new boss is very busy and doesn't have time to see you."With that, he turned on his heel and left."Catherine… d-did we just botch this deal?" her assistant stammered anxiously.Catherine shot her a sharp glare. "It's just a few design tweaks, nothing catastrophic. Stop panicking.""But Bobby spoke so fast—I couldn't even

Chuck changed his clothes, and the two of them went downstairs together.By the time they reached the dining room, Nate and Melinda were already seated. The tension at the table was palpable—Nate's expression was dark, and no one dared speak above a whisper.Chuck instantly understood why. After pulling out a chair for Emily and sitting beside her, he turned to Catherine and asked evenly, "Did Seymour Group express any dissatisfaction with our proposal? We agreed they'd sign the contract today. Why are they suddenly demanding a new design? That would set us back at least six months. Everything we've done till now would be wasted."Emily, entirely unbothered, poured herself a glass of juice and took a slow sip.Melinda, watching her behave as if none of this concerned her, glared in disapproval."Mom, would you like some too?" Emily asked pleasantly.Melinda's tone was sharp. "Drink, drink, drink—that's all you ever do. You don't care about anything else!""Did you swallow gunpow

Emily spoke with tearful conviction, even taking out a tissue to dab her eyes. As she wiped them, she stole a glance around the table—the Morrison family's faces were a stormy mix of red and blue, while Catherine's had gone paper white.She wanted to laugh. She really wanted to laugh."What utter nonsense!" Nate suddenly stood up, snatching the fallen glass and slamming it hard against the table. "Chuck, your taste in women just gets worse and worse!"With that, he stormed off upstairs, fury radiating from every step.Emily blinked innocently after him. "Honey, what did Dad mean by that?"Chuck rubbed his temples. "Nothing. Don't take it to heart.""Melinda, please don't listen to her," Catherine rushed to explain. "I—there's nothing between me and Shane anymore, we—""I didn't make anything up," Emily interrupted smoothly. "Every word I said is true.""Emily, must you humiliate me like this?""I'm defending you! How could you misunderstand me so badly?""Emily…"Before Cath

"Nothing too serious," the old doctor said.Those three simple words made Emily's heart leap.Ever since the car accident, she'd visited countless hospitals. Every doctor had told her the same thing—that her chances of conceiving were next to none. She'd told herself it didn't matter, that she'd let go of the idea long ago. But sometimes, late at night, that lingering regret would surface all the same."You mean… I can get pregnant?" she asked, voice trembling with cautious hope."Which quack told you otherwise?""Uh…"Several, actually—some of them even renowned specialists.The old doctor tilted his head slightly. "Your uterus is indeed damaged," he said. "But I can tell you've taken care of yourself these past years. You've recovered better than most would have. Follow my prescription—one dose a day, without fail—and within three months, I guarantee your uterus will be fully restored."Emily brightened instantly. Then, for the first time, she noticed the direction of his