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The parents and the children sighed in relief after hearing what Mason said.Some parents even began praising him, encouraging their own kids to learn from his kindness.After another ten minutes of pleasantries, they finally left, and the house fell silent again.Damon turned to Nyla. "Are you satisfied with how this was handled?"Nyla glanced at him. "That's not a question for me. You should be asking Buddy. If he's satisfied, then I'm satisfied."Mason looked up at Damon and smiled. "Thank you, Daddy. I'm very happy with the outcome.""As long as you're happy. If anyone at school bullies you again, you need to tell Mommy and Daddy right away. Let us handle it, okay?" Damon reminded him.Mason nodded seriously. "I know, Daddy."This time, he had intentionally acted upset in front of his parents, ensuring they noticed something was wrong so they would discover he was being bullied.Thinking about it, he felt a little sneaky.Then again, they had bullied him first, so it seem

"Then it's settled. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. We'll need to get our hair and makeup done too," Valarie said.Nyla nodded. "Alright."…That evening, during dinner, Damon mentioned his upcoming business trip.Nyla looked slightly surprised but quickly nodded. "How long will you be gone?""Two or three days. I'm not sure yet," Damon replied."Okay, got it."Damon placed a piece of braised pork on her plate and gently reminded her, "While I'm away, let Lydia and the maids handle things. Don't try to do everything yourself.""I know. Don't worry," Nyla assured him.After dinner, once Damon had gone to his study, Nyla called Valarie. "He's definitely leaving in the morning. Come pick me up after nine.""Got it," Valarie answered.After hanging up, Nyla turned on the TV and curled up on the couch, waiting for Damon to finish working. Before she knew it, she had dozed off.Around 10:00 p.m., Damon emerged from his study to find her asleep on the couch again.With a sigh,

Opening the food container, Nyla found it filled with all her favorite snacks. She couldn't help but smile."Valarie, you barely ate anything earlier. Want some?" she asked.Valarie glanced at the food, raised an eyebrow, and replied, "I'm already full—from all the PDA I've been force-fed today."Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was already 2:00 p.m.Valarie led Nyla out of the dressing room, where Harrison waited at the entrance, seated in his wheelchair.The moment Nyla saw him, her eyes welled with tears. "Dad."Harrison's voice thickened with emotion. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle."Nyla squeezed his hand as they descended the stairs together.At the entrance to the grand hall, Nyla held her bouquet with one hand and her father's hand with the other, her heart racing with anticipation.The doors swung open.Damon stood at the end of the aisle, dressed in a sharp white suit. His eyes locked onto Nyla's, filled with nothing but love and tenderness.E

Nyla continued. "And Buddy?""Mr. Mason has already gone to bed," Lydia reported.Nyla nodded, then turned and made her way to the study.She gently pushed the door open and saw Damon fast asleep on the couch. Quietly, she stepped inside.The couch wasn't very big—perfect for her to nap on while reading. But for someone as tall as Damon, it looked rather cramped.As she moved closer, she noticed he hadn't even loosened his tie before falling asleep. A flicker of distress crossed her eyes. He must have been exhausted from all the wedding preparations.Carefully, she reached out, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Then she grabbed a blanket and draped it over him.After making sure he was comfortable, she left the room as quietly as she had entered.Since she wasn't sleepy yet, she decided to sit in the living room for a while.Just as she settled on the couch, Lydia approached with a shawl. "Mrs. Sumner, the temperature drops at night. Keep warm.

Valarie turned to the couch and saw Stefan sitting there, watching her with concern."You stayed here all night?" she asked, surprised."Yeah." He nodded. "You drank too much last night. I was worried about you, so I stayed to look after you.""That must've been exhausting," Valarie remarked.Stefan shook his head. "It wasn't. How do you feel now? I bought you breakfast and made you honey water this morning. If your head hurts, the honey water should help.""I'll wash my face first." Valarie got out of bed and went to the bathroom.While freshening up, she noticed several faint red marks on her neck and chest—suspiciously like hickeys. She frowned slightly.When she stepped out, Stefan was still on the couch, looking especially well-behaved.Valarie sat across from him, pointed at her neck, and asked bluntly, "Did you do this?"The moment the words left her mouth, Stefan's face turned bright red. He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze. "I... I couldn't help myself. But I swear