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    “It’s fine. Just hurry back. Your grandparents keep asking about you.”


    Doris kept her expression neutral, though her voice softened. “Sorry, a critical patient just arrived, and I have surgery to perform. I might not be able toe.”


    Debby let out a resigned sigh. “Alright, I’ll let them know.”


    “Thanks for covering for me.”


    “Just focus on your work.”


    After ending the call, Doris felt a heavy sense of dejection settle over her. The thought of her brother’s wedding stirred little desire within her—witnessing him marry Rachel was thest thing she wanted.


    Attending wasn’t even a consideration.


    Don’t get toofortable, Rachel. This marriage won’tst. Brian is only doing this to make Grandma happy. You won’t have a happy ending, Doris thought bitterly.


    She plucked a leaf from a nearby nt, crumpling it between her fingers before letting it fall to the ground. That small act brought a brief sense of relief.


    But in her mind, it wasn’t over. She hadn’t lost yet.


    No matter what, she reminded herself, she had to stayposed. Only then could shee out on top.


    With that resolve, Doris picked up her phone and dialed Brian’s number.


    “Brian…” Doris’s voice was gentle. “I’m really sorry, but there’s an emergency surgery today. I won’t be able to make it to your wedding.”


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    “Don’t worry about it. Your job is more important,” Brian replied curtly before hanging up, leaving Doris momentarily stunned. She had wanted to say more, but the call had ended too abruptly.


    For a long time, Doris believed she held a special ce in Brian’s heart. She had assumed his silence was simply his way of showing magnanimity, unwilling to speak harshly. But as time went on, she finally saw the truth: Brian wasn’t being kind. In that moment, at the wedding, his focus was solely on Rachel. No one else truly mattered to him.


    The wedding ceremony was about to begin. Inside the elegantly decorated venue, the emcee stood poised, microphone in hand, while a gentle buzz of anticipation filled the room. Guests exchanged smiles and whispered among themselves, their gazes asionally drifting toward the entrance, waiting for the bride and groom.


    Brian leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Rachel’s forehead before gently setting her down. “I’ll go get ready. See you soon,” he murmured, his voice warm and soft.


    Rachel nodded, a gentle smile curving her lips. “Okay,” she replied, her words almost a whisper.


    As she turned, Natalia came rushing toward them, her hair tousled and her breathsing in quick gasps.


    “I can’t believe I almost missed this!” Natalia eximed, clutching her chest as she tried to catch her breath. “I set an rmst night, but I left my phone screen on and it died overnight. My dad felt so bad for me that he let me sleep in and didn’t wake me up. Typical,” she said, rolling her eyes with a yful smile.


    Wilson’s reputation for spoiling his daughter was well-known. From the time Natalia was a child, she’d never been bound by the constraints of rm clocks. She rose naturally, attending ss when she felt rested. Initially, she had worried about beingte, but after Wilson personally escorted her a few times, even the strictest teachers and the principal stoppedmenting. His influence, as a major shareholder in the school, was both recognized and respected—testament to the power he wielded in shaping her world.


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