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    The weight of an uncertain future pressed down on them. What if Cole’s memories of Elliana never returned? What if his heart remained chained to Wanda? If Elliana were forced to challenge the Campbells, would Cole be her enemy? The thought of two souls who had once loved sopletely bing mortal adversaries painted a picture too tragic to contemte. None of them voiced the fears swirling in their minds.

    In his solitary room, Ruben sat drowning in his own tears. The same words echoed in the crushing silence of his heart: “I’m sorry, Elliana. I’m terribly sorry.” Jarrett hurriedly threw his belongings into a suitcase. Driven by sympathy and the urgent need to disappear, he boarded a private jet and left Ublento without looking back.

    Meanwhile, at the Craig residence, Wanda packed to move into Harmony Estate.

    News of Elliana’s death had left the entire Craig family visibly pleased. Bonnie, in particr, could not hide her satisfaction. “That little bitch Elliana is finally dead. Thank God, I can breathe again.”

    Joslyn looked just as pleased. “Now that she’s out of the way, Wanda and Cole’s engagement party will go off without a hitch. And soon enough, Wanda will be the matriarch of the Evans family.”

    Norwood listened with a slow grin spreading across his face. He turned to Wanda, his voice thick with approval. “Wanda, dear, what do you say we pay Arthur a visit at Harmony Estate?”

    Wanda, who had never thought highly of the Craigs to begin with, shot him a sharp look. Her voice cut through the room. “Let’s get something straight. Just because myst name is Campbell now doesn’t mean you’ve earned a ce in their world. To them, you’re nothing.”

    The wordsnded hard. Norwood flushed, shame and anger flickering across his face, but he stayed silent.

    Bonnie and Joslyn froze, their smiles stiffening.

    “But if we don’t visit, won’t the Campbells think we’re being disrespectful?” Joslyn asked, more cautious now.

    Wanda fixed her with a look so cold it could have iced over the sun. “Are you kidding me? I mean, take a look at yourselves—then take a good, long look at the Campbells. Do you really believe they care whether or not you show up? Going there won’t win you points—it’ll just make me look foolish by association.”

    Wanda’s tirade left the Craig family frozen in stunned silence.

    Since infancy, Eva had whisked Wanda away to the Campbell household, and whenever Wanda returned to Ublento, she carried herself like royalty—her nose perpetually in the air, never once calling Norwood and Joslyn “Mom and Dad,” nor offering them the slightest hint of respect.

    Though bitterness simmered quietly within Norwood and Joslyn, they dared not voice theirints. Instead, they wore strained smiles, pretending everything was fine.

    Watching the Craig family shrink in shame brought Wanda deep satisfaction. At the Campbell estate, she maintained pleasantries and tact, forever walking on eggshells to keep favor. But here, among the Craigs, she ruled with ease. It was her domain tomand, her bitterness to serve cold.

    Then, just as the air grew thick with tension, Wanda switched tactics. She softened her tone, slipping into something almost benevolent. “Don’t me me for being harsh. Think of them as a warning. Behave yourselves—especially around Merlin. If you anger the Campbell family, no one will be able to save you.”

    Bonnie rushed to nod, clinging to every syble. “Yes, Wanda, you’re absolutely right.”

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