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When Michael arrived, Rebecca was no longer in the main hall.

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Seeing Peter sitting there with a sour look on his face, Michael asked casually, “Didn’t you say Rebecca was here? Where is she?”

“As the Quinn family’s precious little princess, of course Dad took her to show her around the Hanson residence,” Peter said with a mocking tone, shooting Michael a look full of disdain.

Michael didn’t ask any more questions and just walked over to his seat and sat down.

“Aren’t you going to go see her?” Peter said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Our niece has got a temper on her, just like Amelia–she’s not easy to handle.”

“Works out pretty well,” Michael replied, sounding completely unbothered. “A girl with that kind of attitude isn’t going to get taken advantage of out in the world.”

Peter’s scowl deepened.

Peter didn’t care that Michael was the head of the family–he just let him have it. “Come on, it’s just us brothers here. Drop the pretense, all right? No one knows better than you do that you don’t want Amelia or Rebecca back in the Quinn family.”

“They’re part of the Quinn family. Why wouldn’t I want them here?” Michael never let anyone see what he was really thinking.

“Hypocrite,” Peter scoffed. “Let’s see if you can keep pretending you don’t care when Dad tells you to sell off the shares that belong to Amelia to her daughter, and at the original price, no less.”

‘Michael glanced over at Peter. “Aren’t you handing over your shares too?”

“Mine are hardly worth mentioning, so it doesn’t matter either way,” Peter shrugged, sounding completely laid–back. “You’re the one with the big chunk.”

Michael’s expression stayed unreadable–he didn’t mean a word of it. “Those shares belong to Amelia anyway.”

Peter let out a dry laugh.

Yeah, those shares really do belong to Amelia.

If it weren’t for Amelia, the Quinn Group wouldn’t even exist, and the Quinn family might’ve been kicked out of The Big Four Families ages ago.

But once you’ve been in the game for so long, it’s hard to let go. If Michael hands over those shares to Rebecca, he’ll just be a figurehead as the head of the family, and even his son Max will get dragged down with him.

There’s no way Michael would ever give up those shares.

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Everyone was well aware of it–even Sebastian himself. No one said it out loud, but the truth bung heavy in

the air.

emotions welled up inside

explained softly. “Nothing inside has ever been moved. Feel free to go in and

and gently pushed

a classic European style, with a polished rosewood desk and wardrobe. Everything was spotless–no

didn’t let anyone else touch this room. All these years, he’s been the only one who cleaned it,” Oliver

him a gentle whack with

out

in all the effort, and I can’t even talk

the snowy white hair. Sensing that she might feel guilty, Sebastian quickly assured her, “Honestly, I’m just passing the time at home. Figured I’d take on a few chores to stay

didn’t say anything

hard for her to figure out why he took care of

and he was weighed down by

his daughter–and couldn’t shake off the guilt of pushing her

this room for her. She’s welcome to come back whenever she wants,” Sebastian finally said, his voice gentle but

her know what you said,” Rebecca replied–there wasn’t much else she

spent all these years weighed down by guilt, never able to forgive himself for what he’d done

is a mistake–there’s no undoing

reverse, and rivers never flow against

do whatever he could for them. “You

“Thank you,” Rebecca replied.

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to be polite with

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cold face with someone who always greeted her with kindness and a warm smile–even

the next half hour quietly exploring Amelia’s old room, soaking

mom in her youthful, fearless days, snapshots with her friends laughing together, and

the award ones, Ryan was always front and center–both of them looking so sure of themselves, eyes brimming

Amelia was bursting with energy–always so confident and fearless,

life of the party, full of youthful spirit and enthusiasm. Nothing

like when she was young?” Sebastian broke the silence, his voice warm. “If

head quickly. “No, thanks.” ‘I don’t need to hear it straight from him, she thought, avoiding

photos and those scattered words her mom used

still breathing, I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” Sebastian said, his tone full

a little at

respected. Yet here he was, talking to her

only you’d been this kind to my mom back then, maybe things would’ve ended up differently,” Rebecca couldn’t help herself; the words slipped

Sebastian and Oliver paused, visibly stunned by her sudden

past came rushing back–they both got lost in memories that stung a

she found it, swallowing down the tangle of emotions inside her. “Let’s go,”

I’d done things differently back then… he couldn’t help but

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