Just when I thought I could finally relax a little, I received an urgent call from the hospital.The white lighting of the hospital corridors was so bright that it almost hurt to look at.I stared at my older brother, Rowan Quinton, as he lay in bed on an IV drip. A pang of pain struck me, and it felt like my heart was being torn to shreds.Other than Mom, Rowan was the only person in this world who treated me with utmost sincerity. He ran a small traditional jewelry workshop and crafted the most intricate pieces, yet he lacked any business management skills.In my last life, Timothy, in a bid to force me into compliance, destroyed any prospects Rowan had. This caused Rowan to go into a depression, and soon after his workshop closed down, he passed away as well.This time around, history was repeating itself. All material supplies to his workshop had been cut off, and his clients would rather pay the penalty fee of breaking their contracts than continue them. Besides that, the t
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