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Maybe it was age catching up with him, or just a slower mind, but for a moment, he couldn't find a single word to
refute it.
Thaddeus stood tall and straight, unshakable as a snow-capped mountain, an icy chill radiating from his very
presence.
Yet, something in those words pierced him deep inside. His fingers, hanging at his sides, curled ever so slightly.
Watching Thaddeus remain unmoved, Hamilton slumped back into the sofa, eyes full of disappointment.
How could everything just end up right back where it started?
If even he couldn't accept this outcome, how was Ilana supposed to bear it?
Frederic's voice broke the silence, deep and steady. "Thaddeus, you still have a meeting this morning. It's tto
go."
Without a word, Thaddeus turned on his heel and strode out, every step crisp and
sure.
Evadne was still recovering. She slept fitfully through the entire morning, missing both breakfast and lunch, lost
in a haze.
It was late afternoon before she finally woke.
Seeing her oldest brother, Arnold, and Aaron all keeping watch by her bedside, the heart that Thaddeus had left
so cold was suddenly warmed.
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"Evadne, are you feeling any better?" Cassius's voice was hoarse as he gently squeezed her frail, almost skeletal
hand.
She gazed at her brother's handsface, now etched with exhaustion and sorrow that seemed to have aged
him overnight. Her heart ached for him.
"What about you, Cassius? Are you holding up?" she asked softly.
"I'm fine," he managed, forcing a stiff smile.
But he was anything but fine-he was a wreck.
"Cassius, leave things here to the rest of us. Go get a plane ticket to M Country and bring your wife home!"
Arnold clapped a large hand on his brother's shoulder. "You two love each other. After everything you've been
through, | refuse to believe a few harsh words could really tear you apart."
Cassius closed his heavy eyelids and shook his head.
He knew all too well-this mistake he'd made was unforgivable.
Chasel, so proud and self-respecting, had gone so far as to hurt herself just to cut him out of her life completely.
She was truly done with him.
Could he really win her back...?
Evadne saw the storm behind her brother's eyes and offered gentle comfort. "Let Chasel have stalone,
Cassius. Sometimes, if you push too hard, things only get worse."
Sensing the gloom settling over the room, Aaron quickly changed the subject.
"Evadne, | took that cigarette butt to the station and asked for a DNA analysis. We'll have results in a couple of
days."
The hospital could only compare blood samples, not test physical evidence. Thankfully, the Ashbourne family
had plenty of connections.
"That's wonderful! As soon as we
have the results, we'll finally Hans is really. Hubery!" Hope
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flickered in Evadne's chest the first good news she'd had in a long time.
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Cassius and Arnold had never met Hans, so they didn't understand how shocking
that face was, but Aaron couldn't hide his excitement.
"If... if Hubery is really alive, then our family will finally be whole again!"
Evadne's eyes shimmered with tears as she nodded.
"But if this Hans really is Hubery," Arnold pressed, anxious, "how did he survive? What's his connection to Avery
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"Hubery always had a gentle soul," Arnold went on, growing more
agitated. "Even if he lost his
memory, there should be something left of the person we knew. How could he seem like a complete stranger?"
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Arnold's words sent Evadne into deep thought.
If Hans really was Hubery, even with amnesia, why would his personality change
so drastically?
Could it be...?
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Arnold hurried over, and the moment he opened it, his face fell.
"Mr. Chad?"
"Arnold." Chad sat in his wheelchair, a thermal lunch box resting on his lap. He lifted his chin with a faint,
unhurried smile. "Is Ms. Evadne awake?"
Arnold's eyes narrowed with a hint of suspicion. "Did you need something?"
Chad's smile was mild but persistent. "I brought shomemade soup and sides. It's light and nourishing-good
for recovery."
"That's not necessary, my sister—"
But before he could finish, a gentle voice called from the bed.
"Is that Mr. Chad? Let him in, please." Evadne's words drifted softly across the
room.
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