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    Waldo, holding a cup of coffee, almost choked at her question. He managed to swallow just in time but couldn’t stop coughing.


    A few drops of coffee stained his shirt.


    Waldo quickly set the cup down, wiped the stains, and took a moment to catch his breath before responding, “Youngdy, you shouldn’t speak so recklessly.”


    Corrine, lounging on the sofa with her arms crossed, gave him a knowing look and said, “So, you can push yourself on a youngdy, but you can’t handle a bit of criticism?”


    Her gaze seemed to say, “You messed with my friend. You should have seen thising.”


    Waldo realized Corrine had misunderstood, so he decided to exin. “If everything works out, she’ll be my wife.”


    His words hung in the air—her good friend was about to be part of the Ford family.


    Corrine found that hard to wrap her head around.


    Still, Waldo wasn’t trying to avoid making amitment. He intended to marry Jolene, and that was at least something.


    But…


    “If everything works out?” Corrine repeated with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile. “And what if things don’t go as nned?”


    At her words, Waldo paused, his hand still on his shirt, and fell silent for a moment.


    He had never considered the possibility that things might not go as nned.


    From the moment he had fallen for Jolene, his mind had been made up.


    If anything went wrong, it would only mean one thing: his life was over.


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    He stared at Corrine for a while, then said firmly, “Nothing will go wrong.” His words were few but left no room for doubt.


    After a brief pause, Waldo threw the tissue into the trash and picked up his cup again. “Why did you suddenlye back from the Independent Continent?”


    “I wasn’t nning to stay there long,” Corrine answered casually. “I came back to ask you something…”


    Before she could finish, Waldo cut in, already knowing, “You want to ask about Leah?”


    Corrine nodded.


    “I thought you hade here because you missed me,” Waldo sneered, pulling a file out of a drawer, clearly ready for this moment. He handed it to Corrine and said, “Take a look at this.”


    As Corrine reached for the file, Waldo didn’t let go. Instead, he held it tightly. “I’ve helped you out so many times. Don’t you think it’s time you showed a little gratitude?”


    “Why are you acting so formal with me, Uncle Waldo?” Corrine asked with a smile, ying innocent. “Family bonds are the strongest, right? Trying to bargain with me feels like you’re putting a price on our rtionship.”


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