Covered in dust and grime, Lena lay crumpled on the ground, her knee feeling as though it had shattered into a million pieces.

With great effort, she lifted her head and caught sight of Josefina nestled in Oliver's embrace, both sharing the saddle of a single horse. The image of their affection was like a dagger to her heart, causing her to choke on her own blood. But the blood, she realized, was mostly due to the impact that had left her insides aching.

Alma, Nola, and Sylvie witnessed the scene and quickly dismounted to rush to Lena's side. As for the horse that had gone berserk, it had been sedated and was now calm.

Nola was about to scold Josefina when George arrived on horseback, asking with concern, "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina, are you both alright?"

Of the three, only Sylvie had met Oliver before. She also knew that Oliver was the man Lena had quietly pined for, but how had he chosen Josefina over her?

George, "Josie's been frightened. I need to take her to the hospital for a check-up. If

in tow, Oliver rode away from the chaos. George glanced at Lena without a hint of sympathy. He had been at Oliver's

turned to leave, Nola blocked his path, asking with deference, "May I

recently found after years of separation!"

George left, leaving Nola standing there, feeling as if her world had

being helped up by Sylvie, and asked with a complicated gaze, "Lena, if you knew all along that Josefina was the true heiress of the Harrison family, why didn't you clarify her identity from the start? Why did

"Yeah, Lena, what were you thinking? Where does that leave us? If the Harrison family seeks retribution, or if she whispers in Oliver's ear, do you want to drag our

not what you think. Nola, Alma, please let me explain." But it was too late. Nola and

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