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    Kelsey wasn’t a strategist—never had been. She’d leaned on Jacob’s quiet guidance for years. And now, with everything on the line, she was talking from emotion, not logic.

    Jacob lightly patted her hand. “We can’t jump into this blind. We don’t even know where Carrie stands. If the Morrisons are keeping her in the dark, great—we’ve got something to work with. But if she’s in on it… that’s a whole other mess.”

    Kelsey frowned, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “She probably doesn’t know. I mean, why would she havee with us to the hospital for a check-up today if she did?”

    Jacob let out a quiet sigh. “You’re still too trusting. We barely know her.”

    “But back on the roadside,” Kelsey insisted, “she didn’t even know who we were—and she still helped us…” She trailed off, more hopeful than convinced.

    Deep down, she didn’t fully believe Carrie was that kind—but she wanted her to be. It was easier to believe in kindness when your life might depend on it.

    Jacob’s expression turned cold. “You think she just happened toe back to Isonridge from some backwater town? Come on. She’s smarter than that. She’s gotyers. Even people like Mother and Josh—once they walk away from their family name—they’re nobodies.”

    He wasn’t about to trust anyone—not even his adoptive mother, Hannah.

    To him, only Kelsey was truly good and innocent.

    He continued, voice sharp, “People fake it so long they start believing their own act. And look—when she helped us before, what did it cost her? Nothing. A simple gesture in front of an audience. She’s not just some heiress—she’s a celebrity. She’s always got cameras around. Helping a random couple on the street? That’s just PR gold.”

    Kelsey’s shoulders slumped. His words had finally gotten through. “So what you’re saying is… even if we find her, it won’t make a difference?”

    Before he could answer, she added quietly, “Who’d risk their health to help a cousin they haven’t seen in twenty years, anyway?”

    Jacob’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something ruthless passing through. “The real problem isn’t Carrie—it’s the Morrisons. We can’t take them head-on. But we can cut her off from them. Once she’s out from under their wing… she’s just another celebrity.”

    Jacob’s suggestion sent a spark through Kelsey’s eyes. Without hesitation, she caught his hand and grinned. “You sound like you’ve already cooked up something. Are you working on a n?”

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    Leaning in, Jacob narrowed his gaze and answered, “For the Morrison family, nothing matters more than their ce in the Music Association. Think about it—if Carrie suddenly couldn’t perform anymore, what would be of their status?”

    Inside the Morrison family home…

    As soon as Carrie walked through the door, she let out a loud “Achoo!”—a sudden sneeze catching her off guard.

    A nearby servant hurried over, concern etched on her face. “Did you really go out by yourself? The temperature’s dropped. Let me bring you an extra coat.”

    Waving away the offer, Carrie said, “It’s fine. I’m not chilly at all.”

    With a soft nod, the servant replied, “You’ve been the talk of the house since you came home—especially with Mr. Arion Morrison. He’s always asking after you, worried when you’re not around.”

    Their conversation paused when Daxton entered, spotting Carrie in the hallway. “So, you’re back from the office.”

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