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    Kylee walked over and sat beside her, a little hesitant. “I just felt like talking with you.”


    Car smiled and switched off the TVpletely, turning to face her. “What would you like to talk about?”


    After a pause, Kylee tilted her head slightly and said, “Mom, I’ve always been curious… Was Dad your first love?”


    The question surprised Car. Her face froze for the briefest second, then she shook her head. “No,” she answered.


    “Then who was it? Who was your first boyfriend? How did you two meet? Why did your rtionship end?” Kylee asked.


    Car’s expression darkened, a shadow passing through her eyes. She lowered her gaze, her voice soft.


    “That part of my life is over, Kylee. There’s no point in revisiting those memories now.”


    But Kylee was persistent. She clung to Car’s arm and gave it a gentle tug. “Please, Mom… I really want to know.”


    Car looked at her daughter for a long moment, pain flickering just beneath the surface.


    “Kylee… please don’t press me,” she said with a mncholy smile. “I don’t want to talk about it.”


    Kylee sat in stunned silence.


    Her mother had never looked so sad like this.


    The way Car recoiled from the past only fanned her curiosity.


    What kind of man could have left such a mark on her mother’s heart? Who had hurt her so deeply that the mere mention of him darkened her gaze?


    One possibility seized Kylee’s mind—could it have been the head of the Wright family in Soling?


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    His reaction to Car’s name had been extreme. And Car’s own sorrow at the mention of her first love… It all fit too well.


    Kylee bit her lip, guilt washing over her. “I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to upset you.”


    Car shook her head. “Silly girl, it’s not your fault.”


    Then, as if needing to escape the past, she changed the subject. “How have you been feelingtely? Any difort?”


    Kylee’s expression shifted slightly at the question.


    She had been steering clear of this topic, not ready to face it.


    But now, the thought surged back with cruel rity—she was still HIV positive.


    Kylee clenched her teeth quietly, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “It’s nothing serious,” she murmured, “just some asional low-grade fevers and rashes.”


    Car’s expression was filled with concern. “You must take your medication regrly to keep everything under control. Not a single dose can be missed; do you understand?”


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