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Cloudia protested, "I... my son is here. I’m not leaving."
"From today onwards, he’s no longer your son. You only have Ursula as your daughter."
Blaise didn’t care that Yorick was standing right there.
With no hope left, Blaise had just learned that the Quarry Group had missed their chance to secure a backup mining source from Mr. Quinn. Their company was in chaos, and the Quarry family was no longer reliable anyway.
Sure enough, Yorick’s brow furrowed at Blaise’s words.
Cloudia was incredulous. "What do you mean? Are you cutting ties with me? Blaise, you’re unbelievable..."
"The Larkin family really drew the short straw marrying a woman like you. Get out. Out!"
Cloudia was at a loss for words.
"Chad, escort her out."
Cloudia didn’t want to leave, but Chad eventually had to forcibly escort her out. Blaise didn’t even glance her way again.
Once she was gone, Blaise immediately summoned the head doctor, instructing him to assemble the best team of specialists for Jaxon. No matter what, Jaxon’s hand couldn’t be left useless.
Throughout the commotion, Blaise completely ignored Yorick.
Yorick and Jaxon had gone to Mist Bay together, but only Jaxon returned injured, leaving Blaise simmering with resentment toward Yorick.
...
It had snowed all day, blanketing Mist Bay in a pristine layer of white. Stella sat by the bay window, watching snowflakes dance in the air.
Though the world outside was frozen, the cozy warmth inside wrapped around her like a soft embrace.
When Ronald walked in, he found her gazing outside, her eyes sparkling with longing.
She had been pestering him earlier to go out and play, but Ronald had refused.
Finley had warned her to be cautious, reminding her that her current injuries made catching a cold even riskier.
Without a word, Ronald wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Stella leaned into his warmth, turning her head.
Their breaths mingled, and Ronald brushed a soft kiss across her lips. "What are you thinking about?"
"Building a snowman," Stella replied.
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