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    “The baby stays with me. I’ll raise them well,” Felipe said suddenly, his voice softening. “She can visit whenever she wants. I won’t stop her.”


    “Fuck off,” Freya spat.


    Both Felipe and Melvin stiffened.


    Melvin cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Maybe it’s time you met with your father. I’ll take care of things here.”


    “No need,” Freya replied tly, her voice as sharp as ever. “If they want to ruin Farrah’s career, let them try. Do they seriously think Farrah is someone they can push around?”


    She didn’t believe in using power to crush others. But if the Yates family dared smear Farrah’s name, she’d burn everything they stood for to the ground. In the end, they’d be the ones humiliated.


    “Melvin, let’s go,” she said, already turning away.


    Melvin nodded with his usualposed calm. “Alright.”


    Watching them walk out, Felipe seethed, his frustration boiling over.


    He mmed his fist onto the table in a blind rage.


    He didn’t believe Freya could truly protect Farrah.


    Outside, Melvin noticed a heaviness in Freya’s steps. Quietly, he pulled a candy from his pocket and held it out to her. “Have a sweet. Might help lift your mood.”


    Freya hesitated for just a beat.


    She nced at the hand extended toward her, and her expression softened slightly.


    She took the sweet without a second thought. “Thanks.”


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    “You don’t have to carry the weight of Farrah and the Yates alone,” Melvin said gently. “I’ll handle it. That’s what I’m here for.” It was his job to smooth out the bumps in her path, to handle the mess so she wouldn’t have to lift a finger.


    “That’s not it,” Freya murmured. “I’m not worried. I just think… it’s all so unfair to Farrah.”


    She deserved better than someone like Felipe.


    Melvin’s gaze lingered on her, and for once, his typically emotionless eyes showed something more. “It’s unfair for you.”


    “Hmm?”


    “I said, it’s unfair for you, too,” Melvin said, his tone sincere.


    In his eyes, she deserved nothing short of the very best this world had to offer.


    Freya was caught off guard. Then a faint smile tugged at her lips, warming her heart.


    “Ms. Briggs,” Melvin said, slipping back into his usual tone of quiet reverence.


    “What is it?” she asked.


    “I know I’ve said this before, but I want to say it again,” Melvin said. “If you ever decide to get married, please think it through thoroughly. Let me help you weigh your options.”


    “Alright,” Freya agreed.


    The moment she said it, something shifted in Melvin’s expression, almost imperceptibly. But within seconds, his calm mask returned. Without lingering any longer, they headed toward the ce n had arranged.


    It turned out to be aid-back, scenic resort.


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