Elena's POVJason looked like he'd tracked us down on foot.Standing in front of the inn, he was visibly thinner, his face drained of color, dark circles carved deep beneath his eyes — as though he hadn't truly slept in weeks.The Vanderloom heir who'd once carried himself like he owned the world now stood there looking like a beggar who'd lost everything.What caught me off guard was the baby in his arms — the two of them huddled awkwardly beneath a tattered umbrella.The infant was tiny, swaddled in a soft blanket, sleeping soundly, oblivious to everything.Luke held my hand the entire time.He didn't step in front of me. He didn't interrupt. He simply stood at my side, his eyes telling me: this is your call.The moment Jason saw me, he went rigid.Then he dropped to his knees.The street outside the inn fell silent."Grandfather stripped me of the inheritance."His voice was low but frantic, the words tumbling out as if I might vanish any second."I've lost everything."He spoke wit
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