Deana found herself overwhelmed with emotion as she involuntarily envisioned Bruce’s wife in her mind. Tears welled up in her eyes, and despite her efforts to hold them back, they streamed down her face, which was smooth and youthful, showing no signs of aging.<fncdd6> The source of th?s content is findnovel</fncdd6>


    The elderly butler standing nearby watched the scene unfold and let out a silent sigh.


    “You know,” he said, “in the entire capital, everyone is aware that the seconddy of the Thorne Family has harbored feelings for Bruce for many years…”


    “But who remembers that Bruce has been gone for nearly two decades? The seconddy still clings to her deep emotions for him…” It’s a poignant reminder of ancient sorrow; such sentiments linger on through the ages.


    In ancient Chinese culture, the term “hate” carries a sense of deep regret. Those who are deeply infatuated often find themselves left with only sorrows, and these sorrows never fade. This is the reality for Deana. Those who have never experienced profound love cannotprehend one person’s unwavering devotion to another.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Once an obsession takes root, it can withstand the test of time—whether it’s ten years, twenty years, or even longer. Distance, whether measured in miles or in the divide between life and death, doesn’t diminish it. Deana knows this all too well.


    She had longed to forget Bruce and wished to lead a stable life. Yet, that obsession stubbornly remained in her heart, like a weed that prevents any other life from taking hold. At times, she felt as though this wild growth had been neglected or even reduced to ashes.


    But suddenly, like a gentle spring breeze, her heart was stirred again, and the weeds began to sprout anew. This obsession was akin to a thorn in her heart. There were moments when she believed the thorn had disappeared, only to find herself unexpectedly pricked by it once more. Eventually, Deana came to realize that this obsession had prated her very being.


    “Bruce, since you’ve been part of my life, why should I force myself to forget you?”


    “Since my love for you has always existed, let it flourish in the space within my heart that belongs to you…”


    “In the past, whenever I thought of you, guilt would wash over me regarding Zayne. But now, I feel a sense of relief. From this moment on, I can remember you openly, miss you freely, and no longer bear any guilt towards anyone…”


    With these thoughts, Deana felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She wiped her tears and turned to the old housekeeper, asking, “Uncle White, who owns this house now?” The old housekeeper indicated the seal on the iron gate beside them, exining, “Miss Deana, this property has been taken over by the court and is currently sealed.”


    “Sealed?” Deana frowned and quickly inquired, “What happened? Can you find out more?”


    The old housekeeper nodded. “I’ve been in Aurous Hill for many years and have connections in various departments. Let me make a call to gather information.”


    Deana urged him, “Please hurry. I need to rify this situation so they can lift the seal, and I can see the inside!” The old housekeeper promptly retrieved his cell phone to make the call.


    After some time spent gathering information, he rushed back to Deana with an update. “Second Miss, the owner of this house has had all his properties sealed due to an illegal fundraisingwsuit. His case has been ongoing in a foreign court for over two years now, and a verdict is imminent. Once the judgment is rendered, this house will naturally enter the judicial auction process.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>