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    When Freya and Melvin arrived, they found only n, Ethel, Hugh, Trent, and Frederick there.


    Freya was genuinely surprised.


    “Why are you all here?” she asked, eyes narrowing at n. This was supposed to be a simplepany retreat. So why were Trent and Frederick here too?


    Trent and Frederick exchanged a nce, and Trent spoke first. “n invited us.”


    Freya turned to n, waiting for an exnation.


    “Thepany retreat was just a cover,” n admitted, dressed casually and looking annoyingly handsome. “She and Uncle Hugh noticed you haven’t been yourselftely. They figured this would cheer you up.”


    They all knew her too well. If they’d told her directly to take a break, she would’ve brushed it off with a stoic “I’m fine.” But no one came out of a divorce untouched.


    They hadn’t brought it up earlier because the timing wasn’t right. She wouldn’t have been in the mood anyway.


    Now felt like the right time.


    “Mina, since you’re here, might as well enjoy yourself today,” Ethel chimed in.


    “Mina, you really need to loosen up,” Hugh added.


    “Freya, your sister rarely gets this sentimental about you. Don’t let her down,” Frederick teased.


    Ethel shot back, “Frederick, what’s that supposed to mean?”


    “Exactly what it sounds like!” Frederick grinned.


    Soon, the two were at it, throwing yful jabs andughing as they bickered like old friends.


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    Hugh and n exchanged knowing looks and quietly stepped aside.


    “I’ll check on She. You guys carry on,” Hugh said.


    “Okay,” the rest replied.


    Hugh left without a fuss.


    He’d considered taking Freya’s assistant with him but decided against it.


    She clearly had a close bond with him.


    “Let’s go. There’s a flower field nearby,” Trent suggested. “The view’s nice, and there’s a gazebo where we can rest.”


    Everyone agreed and followed along.


    At first, Trent and n chatted with Freya, cracking a few jokes and sharing mundane stories.


    Little by little, she let herself rx.


    Eventually, the attention shifted to Melvin, who hadn’t uttered a single word since they arrived.


    “By the way,” Trent remarked, adjusting his sses in that habitual, absentminded way that gave him an almost professorial charm, “Melvin, what made you decide to be Mina’s assistant back then?”


    Melvin hesitated, the cool sharpness in his eyes flickering with a rare hint of uncertainty, as though the question had genuinely caught him off guard.


    “The opportunity came up, and I couldn’t pass it up,” he replied swiftly, his tone effortlessly smooth, the answer polished to perfection.


    Trent’s gaze lifted slightly, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, though he chose not to borate.


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