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    Dolores’s pride crumbled under his words.


    Her voice shook with fury as she shouted, “Lowell, I’m your sister! How can you take her side against me?”


    Tracy blinked innocently once more. “Since you are his sister, why didn’t you consider his career before doing something so disgusting? And yet, you haven’t even apologized. Instead, you left him to clean up your mess and handle thepany’s crisis.”


    Dolores stood speechless,pletely disarmed by Tracy’s remarks. Her mind raced frantically, searching for a cutting response but finding none.


    Lowell’s brow furrowed as irritation crept into his voice. “That’s enough. Stop talking and leave immediately. Don’t interfere with our conversation!”


    Dolores regained herposure andshed out, “Can you please return to reality? Why would you bring a child into the world with Tracy? Have you considered how our parents will react when they find out?”


    Lowell pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply with growing impatience. “I’ve already exined that this matter concerns only Tracy and me. Please stop inserting yourself into our business, and do not inform our parents.”


    Dolores nced toward Tracy, who wore an expression of smug satisfaction. Her face soured as she retorted, “So, you’re nning to raise this child in secrecy? Why not resolve this situation before the pregnancy progresses further? Terminate it! The two of you could never sustain a rtionship. It’s destined for failure!”


    “Shut the fuck up!” Lowell erupted, his eyes shing with dangerous intensity. Her words had prated his defenses. Destined for failure? Absurd! If anything, he felt more determined than ever to build a future with Tracy, challenging any obstacles that stood in their way.


    Seeing his genuine anger, Dolores reluctantly stormed away, though her retreat did not signify surrender.


    She had no intention of helping maintain this secret. She needed to inform their parents and let them intervene.


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    Tracy had always upied a ce of inferiority in Dolores’s estimation—someone unworthy of her brother and beneath her own social standing.


    After Dolores left, Tracy abandoned her flirtatious demeanor and adopted a more serious tone. “Your sister won’t remain silent about this. She’ll undoubtedly tell your parents. Soon, your entire family will know I’m carrying your child.”


    She had anticipated that Lowell would panic, erupt in anger, or at the very least, disy visible anxiety. His vtile emotional responses typically provided her with amusement.


    However, to her astonishment, he simply regarded her with unexpected calmness.


    She felt an unexpected wave of difort wash over her. “Why are you looking at me like that? What’s behind that stare?”


    Lowell responded thoughtfully, “I haven’t truly examined you carefully since you removed your mask.”


    Tracy grew increasingly agitated under his steady gaze. “Stop staring! I don’t belong to you. Your gaze won’t alter that reality.”


    Lowell challenged her assertion, “If you’re not mine, then to whom do you belong? Shaun? Do you still harbor feelings for him?”


    Tracy released a bitterugh. “This is preposterous. I don’t belong to either of you. Stop these maniptive tactics. I won’t sumb to them.”


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