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Hearing those words, Edwin felt a tightness in his chest. He instantly fished out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and took several deep drags. Then, in a somber tone, he said, "But lan is the man she loves, the father of her child. They've been through so much together and were finally about to tie the knot. If Clara learns the truth, she'll live with guilt, even if she chooses to let go of past grievances. I can't bear to see her in pain like that."

"So, you're planning on hiding the truth?" came the probing question.

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Edwin's eyes glistened as he looked at Brodie. It was the best solution he could think of. His sister had been lost to them for so many years due to that car accident. Although Casey had always taken great care of her, she had grown up without a mother's love, and Victoria's influence had been significant.

She had only just begun to feel a mother's love, to feel valued by the family. He didn't want to plunge her back into pain because of this revelation.

Brodie sighed, his gaze laden with meaning. "Don't forget, Clara's a lawyer. She'll sniff out any inconsistency. Once Leonora's evidence is confirmed, this case needs to be reopened. She's well-known in the legal world, and now that she's been acknowledged by the York family, any little leak could raise her suspicions."

his cigarette in the ashtray with force, his voice hoarse, "Then we take it one step at a time. There has to

asking, "Do you really think Leonora is that heartless?

looked thoughtful. "There might be another possibility that

hope sparked in Edwin's eyes as he stood up abruptly. "I'll get the DNA tests done on lan and Leonora

Brodie's words. As she turned to leave, she saw Marian

her journals from her whole life. I thought you might want to read them to understand her better. One of them is

slowly opened it. Inside were several diaries, ranging from the pink covers of her mother's adolescence to the deep chestnut

open. On

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