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    Belinda watched her leave.


    Today had provided her with firsthand experience of Tamara’s genuinely insufferable and domineering personality.


    But she remainedpletely unaffected by the encounter. The incident would fade into insignificance, and she believed she wouldn’t have much involvement with the Wright family in the future.


    Following their departure from the hospital, the Wright family returned to their sprawling house in Owathe.


    Tasha, as an outsider, apanied them.


    After enjoying a leisurely lunch with the Wright family members, Tasha sensed the appropriate moment to leave and said that she should go.


    “You can extend your visit just a little longer, Tasha,” Tamara said.


    Tasha offered a gentle smile while shaking her head. “I’m a bit tired and would like to go back and rest. I promise to visit you again tomorrow morning, okay?”


    Tamara chose not to press the matter further. “Very well, but pleasee early tomorrow morning.”


    “I promise,” Tasha replied.


    Tamara directed her attention toward Zaria, who was seated nearby. “Zaria, see Tasha off.”


    Zaria’s eyes betrayed flickering reluctance, but after drawing a steadying breath deep into her lungs, she rose andplied.


    Tasha noticed this, her lips curling into a faint smile.


    Together, Zaria and Tasha walked out of the house.


    As soon as they stepped outside, Zaria said to Tasha, “Goodbye.” With that, she was ready to return inside.


    “Zaria,” Tasha called out to stop her.


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    Zaria froze mid-stride, revulsion flickering across her features before vanishing.


    She drew a measured breath, then pivoted to face Tasha, her face now wearing a mask of manufactured warmth. “Is there something else you want?”


    Tasha abandoned all pretense of subtlety. “Have you given proper consideration to my previous proposal, Zaria?”


    Zaria looked apologetic as she replied, “I must offer my sincere apologies, Ms. Brown, but your request lies beyond my capabilities. The rtionship between my father and me isn’t nearly as harmonious as public perception suggests.”


    She paused, letting the weight of her words settle between them. “My father doesn’t listen to me at all. So if you’re hoping I’ll help you win him over, I’m powerless here.”


    Tasha absorbed Zaria’s rejection without disying anger, instead responding with calcted patience, “Iprehend your position perfectly. I’m not requesting direct persuasion on my behalf. Perhaps you could simply arrange private encounters between us, or speak favorably of me during casual conversations. Surely that is not too much to ask, right?”


    Zaria looked troubled as she thought about the request. “Such interference strikes me as highly inappropriate, Ms. Brown. Whether my father and you develop romantic feelings depends entirely on natural chemistry and mutual attraction.”


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