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“This is exactly why we cannot depend on Yolanda’s husband. Knowing their many secrets puts us at risk, making us potential threats to them. Right now, if the current king retains leadership, it will be better for us because our family’s standing will remain unchanged,” Clarissa stated. “The current king truly is a just and fair man.”
Patty nodded in agreement, seeing no reason to oppose her mother’s perspective.
“If Princess Dottie were healthy, that would be even better. She could guide our country toward significant progress, offering us a larger platform,” Patty remarked.
“Absolutely. I’ll meet with the queen later. We’ll lend our support in the upcoming election. However, we must also maintain a positive public relationship with Yolanda’s family, as we can’t predict who will ultimately take the throne,” Clarissa advised wisely.
Patty nodded decisively, showing her understanding.
In her hotel room, Isabella listened intently as Andrew outlined his plan. She couldn’t hide her admiration for him, though she had some questions. “When did you get your memory back? And when did you start gathering intelligence?” she asked, her eyes locked firmly on Andrew.
Andrew returned her gaze, his eyes clouded with a weighty guilt that seemed to hang in the air, making it feel thick and suffocating.
Isabella pulled him into a tight embrace without saying a word. “I know what you’re thinking, but that wasn’t your fault. I’m honestly amazed at how quickly you got your memory back,” she murmured softly.
A warm tear fell onto her shoulder, causing her to flinch. She glanced up, only to see Andrew hiding his face in the curve of her neck.
Her collar slowly grew damp, and a soft ache filled her chest. “Please, don’t be sad. It hurts me too. You’ve done nothing wrong, and you don’t need to bear the guilt. I’m just so glad you’re back with your memories—I was afraid you’d never remember me…”
“That won’t happen,” Andrew replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Actually, the first time I laid eyes on you after I lost my memory, I felt something—something I couldn’t explain.” It felt as though his heart had recognized Isabella even before his mind could.
Maybe hypnosis could twist his memories, but it couldn’t erase the deep, unmistakable feeling that had always tied them together.
With a soft smile, Isabella gave his shoulder a comforting pat. “That means a lot to me. It feels like, somehow, we can always find our way back to each other.”
“How are your wounds?” Andrew asked, his concern evident as he reached over to check on her injuries.
Isabella stopped him gently. “I’m feeling a lot better now. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did.”
“Just let me take a look.”
“No,” Isabella replied firmly. She was reluctant to show her vulnerable side, worried it would only make Andrew feel sadder.
But even though Andrew had been rejected, she still noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes. Unable to bear seeing him in such distress, she sighed and took his hand. “I really am doing better, I swear. Don’t forget, I’m a doctor. I won’t let myself end up with a scar.”
As Clarissa sat in the car, she looked down at the contract in her hands, her fingers gently tracing the embossed seal.
At first glance, the contract seemed perfect.
However, an unsettling feeling of doubt prompted her to seek a professional’s verification of its authenticity as soon as she returned home.
“This seal is a forgery,” the expert declared bluntly.
In an instant, Clarissa’s face shifted, her shock evident. It became clear that Andrew had been right all along—Yolanda was certainly trying to deceive her.
The presence of the counterfeit seal meant that if her family proceeded with construction on the land, Yolanda could easily take them to court at any time.
What a ruthless move!
Despite the fa?ade of sisterhood, Yolanda’s actions revealed that she did not truly see Clarissa as family in any meaningful way.
A wave of anger surged within her once again.
Noticing the change in Clarissa’s expression, Patty leaned in closer and asked, “Mom, what’s wrong? You look really upset.”
“Patty, it’s time we stop supporting Yolanda and her family,” Clarissa said, her voice tight with frustration.
Patty looked confused. “What’s going on, Mom? Is this about me taking the blame for Savannah? I am angry, but I understand that at the time, Aunt Yolanda had no other choice.”
Even with her lingering resentment, Patty understood that if her cousin’s father ascended to the throne, their family’s status would undoubtedly rise.
Patty was capable of grasping the significance of such matters.
Clarissa locked eyes with her daughter, jaw clenched. “Yolanda has been plotting against me. Even if her husband becomes king, I seriously doubt they’ll do anything to help our family.” She went on to explain the situation with the land and the forged seal.
Patty was left in stunned silence, her hopes shattered.
“Aunt Yolanda has really crossed the line. We’re supposed to be family, after all!” Anger sparked in Patty’s eyes, mirroring her mother’s outrage.
“This is exactly why we cannot depend on Yolanda’s husband. Knowing their many secrets puts us at risk, making us potential threats to them. Right now, if the current king retains leadership, it will be better for us because our family’s standing will remain unchanged,” Clarissa stated. “The current king truly is a just and fair man.”
Patty nodded in agreement, seeing no reason to oppose her mother’s perspective.
“If Princess Dottie were healthy, that would be even better. She could guide our country toward significant progress, offering us a larger platform,” Patty remarked.
“Absolutely. I’ll meet with the queen later. We’ll lend our support in the upcoming election. However, we must also maintain a positive public relationship with Yolanda’s family, as we can’t predict who will ultimately take the throne,” Clarissa advised wisely.
Patty nodded decisively, showing her understanding.
In her hotel room, Isabella listened intently as Andrew outlined his plan. She couldn’t hide her admiration for him, though she had some questions. “When did you get your memory back? And when did you start gathering intelligence?” she asked, her eyes locked firmly on Andrew.
Andrew returned her gaze, his eyes clouded with a weighty guilt that seemed to hang in the air, making it feel thick and suffocating.
Isabella pulled him into a tight embrace without saying a word. “I know what you’re thinking, but that wasn’t your fault. I’m honestly amazed at how quickly you got your memory back,” she murmured softly.
A warm tear fell onto her shoulder, causing her to flinch. She glanced up, only to see Andrew hiding his face in the curve of her neck.
Her collar slowly grew damp, and a soft ache filled her chest. “Please, don’t be sad. It hurts me too. You’ve done nothing wrong, and you don’t need to bear the guilt. I’m just so glad you’re back with your memories—I was afraid you’d never remember me…”
“That won’t happen,” Andrew replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Actually, the first time I laid eyes on you after I lost my memory, I felt something—something I couldn’t explain.” It felt as though his heart had recognized Isabella even before his mind could.
Maybe hypnosis could twist his memories, but it couldn’t erase the deep, unmistakable feeling that had always tied them together.
With a soft smile, Isabella gave his shoulder a comforting pat. “That means a lot to me. It feels like, somehow, we can always find our way back to each other.”
“How are your wounds?” Andrew asked, his concern evident as he reached over to check on her injuries.
Isabella stopped him gently. “I’m feeling a lot better now. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did.”
“Just let me take a look.”
“No,” Isabella replied firmly. She was reluctant to show her vulnerable side, worried it would only make Andrew feel sadder.
But even though Andrew had been rejected, she still noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes. Unable to bear seeing him in such distress, she sighed and took his hand. “I really am doing better, I swear. Don’t forget, I’m a doctor. I won’t let myself end up with a scar.”
Though Waylon frequently grumbled about Andrew, Isabella had noticed the worry in his eyes each time he did.
Waylon’s face flushed. “Why would I be worried about him? I’m just annoyed that he’s made us waste so much time and effort!”
Andrew pulled Waylon into a sudden embrace but quickly let go, saying, “Waylon, thank you. My memories have fully returned now, and Savannah and her family will pay for what they’ve done.”
Waylon cleared his throat, his anger softening. “Of course, they need to pay! And for the record, I wasn’t worried about you!”
He maintained a serious expression, but Andrew smirked. “Alright, you weren’t worried about me.”
Waylon snorted, his tone shifting awkwardly. “Have you had lunch?”
“Not yet,” Andrew answered.
“I’ll have someone bring you food,” Waylon muttered before striding out.
Isabella had watched the whole scene with amusement, surprised to see this rare side of Waylon.
Soon, Waylon returned with lunch for Andrew, who suggested they eat in the living room together, cherishing the chance to share a meal.
It had been a long time since they’d all eaten together. Isabella took the opportunity to inform their parents about Andrew’s regained memories, assuring them they could finally stop worrying.
Outside, the sun bathed the world in a warm glow, and everyone’s spirits lifted like never before.
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