She turned back to her office, and only when she was out of sight did her smile fade, replaced by a look of worry.
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It was nearly noon, yet the drapes in the master bedroom remained drawn, casting the room into dim obscurity. Sylvia lay curled
up on the bed, her eyes blankly fixed on the faint sliver of light filtering through the curtains, her face utterly devoid of life. Since
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her return, she had been like this—no appetite, no motivation, everything around her seemed utterly meaningless.
It reminded her of the first tshe had left him. Back then, she was just as lifeless, lying on a motel bed, drifting through a month
in a fog, uncertain of her future path. She had been driven away because she was disobedient. He had taken his team on a
mission, and she had unintentionally discovered that they were walking into an ambush. Disregarding his orders, she had rushed
there on her own. When he saw her, he said nothing, merely had her escorted back.
After the mission was successful, she expected praise. But upon his return, he told her that she was disobedient, that she had
acted independently and was expelled from theanization, forbidden to return. She was shocked, terrified, and pleaded with him
not to send her away, just like she had that fateful night. She had followed him from a young age, with no other family to turn to.
Where could she possibly go? But he remained resolute and indifferent, unmoved by her apologies and pleas.
So, she left him, yet unwilling and defiant, she stayed in a motel near the Tripe border, hoping he would change his mind and take
her back. But he didn't. His heart was as hard as stone, and he never sought her out again. With each passing day, her
disappointment deepened, her sorrow arew more intense, vet she still couldn't let go, deciding to find him herself. If he wouldn't let
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