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“You didn’t. You just threatened me with her life,” Ryan said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Fine, then I’ll threaten you with her life right now. If you don’t bring Rebecca back to the Guzman family today and claim her as your own, I’ll end her myself,” Old Mr. Lawrence said mercilessly. “Would you really

do that?”

Ryan looked at him.

He didn’t respond.

“These were two totally different things, Ryan thought. “They’re not even on the same level.

If he hadn’t broken up with Amelia and told her to get rid of the baby, Old Mr. Lawrence actually would have hurt her.

“Ryan,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, unusually calm as he stood beside him–after all these years of barely being able to stand the sight of each other. “Back then, you didn’t love Amelia nearly as much as you liked to think.”

Ryan shot him a sideways glance.

Old Mr. Lawrence finally let out what he’d kept buried for years. “Given all the paths in front of you, you always chose the one that benefited you most.”

Ryan stayed silent.

After all this time, Old Mr. Lawrence had pretty much let go of what happened back then.

He’d even forgotten just how much he’d pressured Ryan and forced him to compromise.

“Back then, you and Amelia were the most impressive among the younger generation,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, eyeing him. “But instead of standing with her, you looked out for yourself.”

Ryan scoffed, refusing to even bother with an explanation. “Easy for you to judge,” he thought.

“If you’d really had the backbone to break away from the Guzman family and go with her to the Quinns, life would’ve been way smoother for both of you,” Old Mr. Lawrence commented.

“That’s all easy talk, now that it’s ancient history,” Ryan replied dryly, not a flicker of emotion on his face. “Did you forget already how much the Quinns despised the Guzmans?”

Back then, even if he’d ditched the Guzman family for the Quinns, Sebastian wouldn’t have taken him in, no way.

Actually, it was just the opposite.

Everyone in the Quinn family except Amelia would’ve thought he was faking it–pretending to leave the Guzmans just to use Amelia as a ticket into the Quinns.

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That was the smartest choice he could make back then. No way was he letting Amelia get dragged into the same mess, being threatened by her own family over and over.

know,” Old Mr. Lawrence finally said

even look

Mr. Lawrence told him, letting out a secret he’d held onto for

Ryan stiffened.

caved and accepted the

punched him

she was

he’d dropped the bomb: “Amelia, I’m

hadn’t gone along with the engagement I set up, Sebastian would’ve already accepted you,” Old Mr. Lawrence said, not the least bit regretful about his choices. “You could’ve gone your own way,

bottomless, then walked right out

needed to find

her he’d

finally stable, he just let

Lynch was updating Jeffrey on what was happening downstairs, running through all the details. When he finished, he reassured

Gregory. “In a couple of days,

Gregory replied, “Understood.”

a quiet hum

word until now, suddenly called out

in his eyes.

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and Amelia aren’t people you

held off before, since

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Jeffrey figured they’d make all the right

they’d drop the

without anything real to back

“Hold up.” Stanley said.

an

hesitated, struggling to find the

about Andrea and Rebecca back at the hospital, but watching Jeffrey change his bandages and clothes, Stanley just didn’t have the heart to hit him with more stress. He worried the shock might make

better mood after seeing Rebecca, then break the news

seeing how things were, Stanley

still wasn’t the right time

Jeffrey asked directly, noticing Stanley

a little hesitant. “Yeah,

an encouraging look.

paused for a moment, then said, “Just to confirm–are you sure Andrea was the one who saved your life? Was it mainly because of that long scar on her

“Yeah,” Jeffrey replied.

fell silent, his mind

not what everyone thinks,‘ Stanley thought, clinging to

that?” Very few people were in on

voice barely above a whisper. “Someone

closer, his