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    Could Jonathan have been the one who sent the medicine?


    But how did he know she needed it?


    Her illness had been a mystery, even after the Ford family spent a fortune consulting top doctors from all over the world.


    How could Jonathan have figured out her condition, and how had he managed toe up with a remedy so quickly?


    Corrine’s mind raced with endless possibilities, but none made sense. She leaned back in her seat, thinking deeply for a long time. Eventually, she opened the car door and stepped out.


    Following the directions Jules had given her, she soon found her mother’s grave.


    In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of white tulips, Kiley’s favorite flowers when she was alive.


    Corrine hurried to check the tulips and found they were very fresh.


    It was clear that whoever had left the tulips had only just gone.


    But Corrine had been at the cemetery entrance for quite some time, and the only person she had seen nearby was Jonathan.


    Her thoughts drifted back to Jonathan’s words about honoring a close family member.


    Had Jonathane to honor her mother?


    A close family member…


    Could Jonathan be rted to her mother by blood?


    Corrine stood there, lost in thought, staring at the photo of the woman on the tombstone. She let out a heavy sigh. “Honestly, I really resent you.”


    For years, she had struggled to understand why her mother, who never loved her, had decided to bring her into the world.


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    And after doing so, why had her mother abandoned her by taking her own life?


    Her memories of her mother’s face had long faded, but she still vaguely remembered moments when her mother taught her to y the piano, dance, and paint.


    Though those memories were warm and beautiful, they couldn’t erase the image of Kiley, cold and lifeless before her.


    Whether it was nostalgia for that lost connection or the passing of time that softened her bitterness, Corrine slowly sat down in front of the tombstone, lost in memories of ying by her mother’s side as a child.


    Hours passed, and before she knew it, it was noon.


    Corrine pushed herself up from the cold ground and made her way toward the steps.


    Suddenly remembering something, she turned back to the tombstone and spoke to Kiley’s photo. “I’ve met a man named Nate Hopkins. If everything works out, I’ll bring him to meet you next year.”


    As she walked away, her phone rang unexpectedly.


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