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Let him feel it all. Marta cried too. For her daughter. For the grandson Isabela never knew. For everything lost. Even the younger kids were quiet. Sensing something important. Something sacred. After a while, Leo composed himself. Looked at the money. "I want to use it for something meaningful," he said. "Something that would make her proud." "Like what?" Dante asked. "Scholarships. For single mothers. Women trying to get education while raising kids alone. Women like Avó Marta was. Struggling but trying. I want to help them. In my mother's name."

Now only if everyone else were down to respect my privacy. My mother is a powerful Luna and the president of PE which is a big deal, which also means shes almost always talked about on social media. She has been doing a lot of things for so many communities that the is a good chance she might win next year’s election to run the company and as her son people expect me to be nothing but perfect which is stupid if I do say so myself.

The donor beside him continued speaking about a restoration fund, unaware that another conversation had begun beneath the surface of the table. Patricia leaned back slightly. The movement looked relaxed. It was not. “Your mother always said you were dramatic about kindness.” Leah’s heart moved once, hard. Margaret again. Patricia used her like a key, testing which old lock still turned. “My mother calls many things kindness,” Leah said. “I have learned to look at the cost before agreeing.” Patricia studied her. The softness in her face did not disappear, not entirely, but something behind it sharpened. The kind eyes became less kind without changing shape.

She added. I slowly looked up at her, confused. How did she even know this? Who would be a better runic tutor than Mobius? “Mobius Meadows is the most powerful runic wielder in the entire world.” I insisted, a little more forcefully than I should have. “Is he?” She asked. The look in her eyes resembled amusement. Luna Sabrina knew something. I watched as she situated herself a little and leaned back on the head of her bed. “Tell me, my dear, do you know anything about your mothers?” She asked.

This was the story that Arthur Vane tried to keep hidden. Manon told me that my mother did not just teach kids how to read. The School of the Hidden Vine was about more than that. My mother taught kids about the land and where it came from. She used the money my father sent her to buy back land that companies wanted to build hotels on. My mother made an area, around this village that no company can touch. She called it her Hidden Vineyard or the Invisible Vineyard. Manon said this was my mothers dream, the Hidden Vineyard.

Lidya continued. "Mam... I did that because I wanted to get Audrey out of this house. I was not willing to share my father's wealth with Audrey. I am the only one who can receive my father's property." Patricia, who had been standing, moved to sit beside Lidya. She took Lidya's hand and clung to her. "For now, I love Daniel, mom. Really love him. I will do whatever it takes to get Daniel. So, please... help your son one more time." Patricia made a pitiable face. She knew very well that her mother could not refuse her request.

They really are good people. With tears of appreciation welling in her eyes, Sherly enveloped Solace's mother in a heartfelt embrace, expressing her deep gratitude for the unwavering support and guidance they had provided her throughout her academic journey. "Thank you so much for everything," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion. "I truly couldn't have done it without you and your mother. Thank you for splitting Sherly's tuition fee and for making me able to continue studying. Thank you so much."

She began, and I held back the snort that wanted to come off my mouth. I leaned into Daemon and shook my head. "She is nuts. She tells me that my grandmother is a Patron." "She is." Daemon corroborated my mother's story. "She is the neutral Patron. Not everyone knows about her. She's really ancient." "Why does it seem to me that both of you are just trying to stir up something that isn't there?" I frowned unhappily. "I can tell who is a Patron and who isn't! I have been at the village a lot of times,. I have met her a lot of times. I would have felt it! I would have known! They created me, and of course, I know my creators."

Arlene made a u-turn in front of the hostel gate and headed for the main gates that lead outside school. She heaved a huge sigh of regret, she hoped not to be disappointed more because she didn’t know what exactly Faith had in store for her. At this point in her life, with all the things happening she had to be on guard, but then her grades mattered to her. She flagged down the first tricycle she saw on her way, and she chattered it, the ride cost about fifty Niagua dollars to get to Faith’s hostel. She painfully squeezed out fifty dollars and handed it over to the driver, she regretted telling Faith not to bother about the transport. Even though her father left a lot of money in her name,an

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.