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    “Actually, it might be the clean break we both need.”


    Parting ways was clearly the healthier option for both her and Brian. Their emotional rift had be too vast, and separation was undeniably the right solution.


    Eager for news, Rachel asked, “Yvonne, it’s been ages since I’ve been updated. What’s thetest on Jeffrey?”


    Upon hearing Jeffrey’s name, a wave of sadness washed over Yvonne, darkening her expression.


    Since their conversation was over the phone, Rachel remained unaware of Yvonne’s troubled look.


    “After your ident sent you to the ER, the prognosis was dire, and the news was too much for Jeffrey—he copsed. Thankfully, An reached out to an overseas specialist who was conducting trials that could help. With both your conditions critical, I authorized his transfer,” Yvonne exined, her tone strained.


    As she spoke, Yvonne felt uneasy. Though her exnation made sense, it felt somewhat forced. She hoped Rachel would ept it without question, but she was prepared to tell the full truth if needed.


    Relief washed over Rachel as she heard that Jeffrey was in caring hands. Her worries about him had been unsettling, but now she felt somewhat reassured.


    “Yvonne, I’m truly thankful for your support. Without you, neither Jeffrey nor I would havee this far. Is it possible for me to see him from time to time?”


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    “The facility istes patients from external contacts, but they’ve promised to keep us posted on any progress in Jeffrey’s recovery,” Yvonne responded.


    The prospect of receiving updates brought Rachel a measure offort. “That sounds reassuring.”


    With Rachel reassured by her words, Yvonne allowed herself to rx a bit.


    “Take care of yourself in the meantime, Rachel. Brian is still suspicious and might be monitoring my movements, so I won’t be able to visit.”


    “Don’t worry, though; An’s looking after you,” Rachel acknowledged. “I understand.”


    After ending the call, she handed the phone back to An, expressing her gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Vance!”


    An, smiling kindly, asked, “Do you trust what I’ve told you now?”


    “I apologize!”


    “It’s okay. You’re probably hungry. Let me get something to eat ready, and we can chat over the meal.”


    “Sounds good.”


    Shortly after, a nutritious meal was served. The food, while simple, was perfectly bnced and meticulously prepared.


    As Rachel tasted her soup, she found herself observing the man opposite her. He gracefully rolled up his sleeves and began to eat withposed, deliberate movements.


    His refined manners at the table captivated her, making her reluctant to break the silence.


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