Goodbye, My Love
Livia’s expression was subdued, but she had regained her usual docility.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Natalia finally let go of the wheelchair, trusting her daughter’s words.
Livia maneuvered herself toward the sofa.
At that moment, Manuel was discussing recent business competition with Lu Daniel, while Britney sipped her juice, quietly listening.
“Miss…”
Livia’s sudden approach startled Britney slightly.
Truthfully, she wasn’t afraid of people like Stephanie. It was girls like Livia—those who played innocent while secretly scheming—that made her uneasy. You never knew when they’d pull some weak, damsel-in-distress act, faint dramatically, or frame you for something ridiculous.
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