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    She took a sip and ced the ss back on the table. Her tone was cool. “So the man in the car earlier— that was Dewey?”

    Jules looked down. “It was.”

    Her gaze sharpened for a moment before a faint smile tugged at her lips. “He must have done something to set Grandpa off.”

    If he hadn’t gone too far, maybe the Hond name would still have something left to stand on.

    Jules said nothing. He emptied his ss and leaned back, letting the silence stretch.

    Then his voice came low and deliberate. “Corrine, I don’t know if there’s any part of you that still holds on to him, but Dewey’s dangerous. Letting him linger in your life will only bring more pain.”

    “I’m aware,” she replied.

    The moment Dewey sided with rissa and her mother, Corrine understood there was no future between them as father and daughter. What was the use of longing when love had never been there to begin with?

    If it weren’t for the blood tying them together, she might have believed she was his enemy’s daughter.

    How else could a father be so quick to cast his own daughter aside?

    To Corrine, whatever happened to him now was fitting.

    If greed hadn’t clouded his judgment, that family fortune could havested them a lifetime.

    She couldn’t help but wonder what Dewey had said that pushed Carl to turn his back on Kiley’s dying wish and bring down the entire Hond family.

    Growing up in the Ford household, Corrine and Jules had been nearly inseparable.

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    He was always nearby, never needing to say much. There was a quiet bond between them, something unspoken yet unmistakably strong.

    They could read each other with a nce.

    When he noticed her slipping into silence, Jules had a feeling he knew what was on her mind.

    He looked down briefly, hiding the flicker in his eyes, and spoke in a slow, even tone. “Dewey tried to strike a bargain with the Ford family. Said it was tied to you. In exchange, he asked us to protect what he still had—his money, his position. I brought him to the mansion, and Grandpa took him into the study alone. I wasn’t told what was said, but…”

    Something about that talk rubbed Grandpa the wrong way. Otherwise, Carl would never have gone against Kiley’s final wish.

    Even though the Fords had kept their distance from the Hond family all these years, acting as though none of Dewey’s disgraceful choices mattered, none of the men in the Ford family ever truly forgot. Carl had held his tongue for a long time, honoring his daughter’sst request.

    But Dewey’s words must have cut too deep. That promise meant nothing after what he said.

    Corrine didn’t react. Her face stayed neutral, her voice t. “If the Hond family goes bankrupt, do you really think Dewey will take the fall quietly?”

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