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    “What’s going on?”


    “I heard from my dad… They found your mom’s…” Jules paused, his words careful. He had never met his aunt, but he knew the depth of Corrine’s bond with her mother. Out of respect, he avoided using the word “ashes.”


    Corrine’s expression shifted slightly.


    “When did they find her? Where? Who found her?”


    Her rapid-fire questions left Jules scrambling for words.


    “My dad said it was Jacob,” Jules replied, a smallugh in his voice.


    “Age hasn’t slowed Jacob down.”


    The conversation, though not meant to be overheard, was clear enough for Nate to catch snippets of it. His expression darkened, a coldness shing momentarily in his eyes, like a storm cloud passing over the sun.


    Lost in her thoughts, Corrine furrowed her brow, her mind upied with a whirlwind of questions.


    Typically, hearing such words would have made Corrine feel a sense of gratitude toward Jacob. After all, he had always been her unwavering protector, the one who had always appeared when she needed him most, even at great personal risk. He had taught her life lessons she would never forget. But now, something felt off. A seed of doubt, small but persistent, began to sprout.


    How could Jacob have found something so significant, something the Ford family had failed to uncover, and so quickly? The questions gnawed at her, impossible to ignore.


    When the call ended, Corrine sat silently, lost in thought, her mind swirling with uncertainty.


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    Nate’s voice broke the silence, cutting through her inner turmoil.


    “Is Jacob part of the Ford family?”


    Corrine shook her head, her expression distant.


    “I don’t remember exactly when he came into the Ford family. All I know is that he’s always been there, appearing when I needed him most.”


    Nate’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold, unreadable gleam shing within them. His voice dropped to a murmur, more to himself than anyone else.


    “He would show up for you every time?”


    It had the illusion of protection, but in reality, it was nothing more than constant surveince.


    “Compared to other wealthy families with their rigid traditions, the Ford family doesn’t have many rules,” Corrine said, ncing at him with a trace of resignation.


    “But there is one every Ford must follow: no unting wealth or drawing unnecessary attention.”


    She did not borate, but Nate could easily grasp the reason behind it. The Ford family in Lyhaton had drawn far too many eyes—some filled with admiration, others burning with envy—making them an easy target.


    “So, that is why you went to school in Pree City?” Nate asked, resting one hand on the steering wheel as he studied her.


    Corrine gave a small nod, her voice even.


    “At the time, Jacob was my driver. He was also responsible for my safety. After I graduated, he left the Ford family, but he has kept in touch with us over the years.”


    Nate did not reply, but his expression darkened slightly. Jacob had left the Ford family, yet never severed ties. He was a patient man, the kind who yed the long game.


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