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In Fernlandia, as Terese scrolled through her phone, the tunded, pon Donald’s pos
Teresa couldn’t quite describe the emotions suiding inside her. Her older sister, who had once been so adamant about ter leaving Nareigh with promises of happiness, had now chosen to stay behind
Jennifer had already messaged Teresa, explaining that Donald had been in a car accident while trying to save her, conting dangerously close to losing his Me. She decided to give him a chance.
Jennifer seemed to have found her happiness. Teresa’s thoughts were a tangled mess, so she decided to take a walk to clear her head
Fernlandia, with its tranquil atmosphere and sparse population, was home to Evelyn’s charming countryside villa. The single–story house was modest in size, and its windows opened to a picturesque view of a small forest.
The expansive grasslands stretched out endlessly, with only a handful of people scattered about, lying on the grass and soaking up the sun. Teresa enjoyed moments like these, spending the past two days with Michael
Michael struggled to adapt to the new environment. Surrounded by so many foreigners, he couldn’t help but feel out of place, acutely aware of how different he looked
Teresa knelt down and reassured him with a gentle smile. She took him out to explore, teaching him to greet strangers Every moment she spent with him felt like a small step toward making up for the times her work had kept her away
Michael stayed by Teresa’s side throughout, his quiet presence filling her heart with a rare sense of contentment and peace. Evelyn had been talking non stop about starting a business. Teresa wondered what kind of business she wanted to start. Evelyn wanted to dive into e–commerce. Back in the day, she made her first fortune online. She was part of the first wave of people who struck gold. Although it became harder to make money later, the early players had already cashed in.
At the time, she had just divorced Philip. Seeing others succeed, she decided to give it a shot. She seized the opportunity, leveraging her outgoing personality and striking looks. Eventually, she launched her own beauty brand and made a fortune. The Evelyn who once turned heads with her beauty now stood at fifty, her glossy black hair streaked with silver a sent reminder of the years gone by.
“E–commerce is cutthroat now. Why not focus on Isabel and take it easy? At the end of the year, Teresouth Group wis distribute dividends, and I’ll make sure you have enough to spend, Teresa said, her tone a mix of concern and practic
“No way!” Evelyn snapped, “I’ve worked my whole life, and you expect me to just sit around and do nothing now? No way! [ m not letting two scumbags ruin my life. I won’t let anyone look down on me
“Come on, Evelyn. You’re living abroad now. Who’s even paying attention to this stuff anymore?” Teresa tried to reason with
her.
“I’ll go back to Nareigh sooner or later. What about you? You’re not going back?” Evelyn asked, her tone sharp.
Teresa’s gaze dropped to her still–flat stomach, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. “I’m not going back anytime soon,” she murmured, almost as if convincing herself.
“Are you planning to stay in Fernlandia for good?” Evelyn had just finished speaking when the sound of a child crying came
from behind
Teresa turned around to see Isabel bawling her eyes out, while Michael stood nearby, his little fists clenched tightly, his
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face full of stubbornness, and tears brimming in his eyes.
Evelyn quickly walked over, scooped up the tear streaked Isabel, and began soothing her. Then, the shot & * Michael. “Mike, why did you make Isabel cry?”
“I didn’t make her cry! She was the one who messed with my stuff first Michant profastard, his race fat of fusteno
Feeling cornered, Michael turned his head and saw Teresa walking toward him. As if seeing his say he grate throwing himself into her arms and looking up at her with a face full of grievance
“Mommy, I didn’t bully Isabel. She grabbed my notebook first, and she fore Mr. Line autograph these sossed the words tumbling out between hiccups.
Teresa’s heart ached as she saw his tears. She crouched down, pulling him into a comforting hug Cont be scares sweetheart. Mommy’s here,” she said softly, her voice full of reassurance.
Michael held out the notebook, now torn. He explained that he had left it on the table for just a moment, and in the brief time, Isabel had grabbed it to play with. The sharp sound of the page tearing still echoed in his mind
Tears dripped from Michael’s eyes onto the name written on the page. “Mommy, I really loved this notebook I wanted to keep Mr. Lime’s autograph forever,” he said, his voice trembling with sorrow
Teresa understood how much Michael cherished the notebook. It was his treasure. She gently wiced away his teared said, “I’ll make sure Isabel apologizes to you. I’ll try to fix it with some glue it might not be perfect, but wel make bette Michael nodded, his small hand clutching Teresa’s tightly, as if afraid to let go
Holding Michael’s hand, Teresa walked over to Isabel and Evelyn. She calmly explained what had happened, making it see that Isabel had been the one to damage Michael’s notebook.
“Isabel’s just a kid, Mike. She didn’t mean to do it. She just wanted to play with you. Can’t you let it slide this once? Evely said, her tone almost pleading.
Teresa’s face darkened.
