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Karina had no idea why the association would send her such a letter. The invitation at the end even encouraged her to visit them in person.

But instead of feeling flattered, her first thought was suspicion. Was this truly an act of goodwill, or was there something more behind it? Were they targeting her or perhaps Wilfred?

Yvette noticed Karina's lack of enthusiasm and tried to persuade her. "You're not planning to go? This is an invitation from the association! For newcomers like us, meeting any of those big names is practically impossible. "If you join, everything could change."

Karina shook her head firmly. "I'm not interested at the moment."

"But what about finding a mentor..."

"I'll figure something out," Karina replied calmly. "Thanks for your concern, but please don't try to convince me. I don't have a good impression of the association, and I won't be joining."

Her tone left no room for further discussion.

Yvette wanted Karina to join out of genuine concern, hoping it would help her career. But seeing Karina's determination, she decided not to press further.

Karina appreciated her understanding and it warmed her heart. But that lingering worry about the association stayed with her.

decided to visit his place to share her concerns, believing they could come up with a better solution together. However, she didn't expect to find

disbelief. "Sick? How is that possible? He was fine

someone like Wilfred-so composed

morning, we discovered he has acute gastroenteritis, and it caused a fever. The family doctor just left. "He's resting in

Karina's chest tightened. She

seeing Wilfred as almost superhuman, forgetting he was, after all, just

upset or sick.

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thought brought her back to reality. "Acute gastroenteritis? I don't recall him mentioning any issues like that. Did he

with sausage. Oh, it must have been

this, Karina couldn't stand still any longer. She quickly told the housekeeper, "I'm

you can't

housekeeper's voice trailed off as Karina was already rushing

she had expected. Instead, he was seated at his desk, wearing glasses, engrossed in a book. He looked composed, almost like

what was different. Normally, Wilfred would sense her presence from several feet away. Yet today