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Chapter 3

In the opulent pavilion, tables and chairs crafted from the finest wood stood in silent elegance, each piece whispering tales of luxury and heritage..

Should Quinlyn embrace her new identity, all of this could potentially be hers in due course. Yet, her gaze remained unclouded by greed, a testament to her inner clarity.

Edward’s silence stretched on after her revealing words, until at last he sighed deeply. “You are a child of extraordinary. character,” he remarked.

Quinlyn’s lips tightened into a knowing line. She was all too aware of her dark history, the stains on her soul that marked her far from innocent.

“So… Edward’s gaze pierced through her, searching for truths untold. “Have you crossed paths with that child?” His granddaughter remained missing among the returned borderland children, the omission impossible to overlook

With no inclination towards deceit, Quinlyn reached into her pocket, extracting a piece of candy. “It promises to be sweet; would you care for some?” she asked.

Edward’s comprehension was swift, his aged lips quivering as moisture welled in his eyes. Trembling hands unwrapped the candy, popping it into his mouth, tears streaming down his weathered checks.

With another trembling hand, he unwrapped another piece for Quinlyn, patting her head gently. “It’s delightful; you must Try it too,” he croaked.

Edward’s hands, broad and reassuring, evoked memories of Matthew Sheppard, the man who had nurtured Quinlyn in her cherished past.

But Matthew had been torn from her life at the tender age of five by a brutal band of marauders. The uncanny resemblance between Edward and Matthew was haunting.

As the candy melted in her mouth, Quinlyn savored its sweetness, a small, contented smile playing on her lips.

Once the candy was gone, Edward had regained his composure. Learning of Quinlyn’s orphan status, he extended a warm invitation. “Since you have no other refuge, would you honor me by staying with me?

“I may not have many days left, but until you find a new home, your companionship would be a blessing.”

wheelchair and snow–white mane, eventually nodding in agreement. She could afford to wait until Edward’s passing

back to the living room. his announcement that she would henceforth reside at

ignored, was equally stunned by this sudden, profound bond with Quinlyn, a stranger until

jealousy, and resentment, yet they could not deny that Quinlyn had won Edward’s favor in a way none other

would temporarily dwell at the Anderson residence with Maurice

been gone for so long. Her mother and I have never had

with growing awareness as Maurice subtly courted Quinlyn, possibly with designs on altering the family records. Secing Quinlyn’s apparent indifference, Edward chose to

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he could finish, Quinlyn sidestepped his

of Quinlyn meant Maurice had no choice but to embrace her as the true heiress of the Anderson

even reached home, the stylist was waiting with

tears, breaking Tina’s heart. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’ll always be Mom’s favorite, and no o

feeling a mix of fear and

Tina reassured her, her voice gentle. “It’s just some

moment, Maurice entered the house with Quinlyn. The two

furrowed slightly, repelled by Quinlyn’s worn

nudged Quinlyn forward. This is your mom, and she’ll take care of you from now on,” he said, trying to smooth

She glanced at Quinlyn, who was still looking at her with

turning to