Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

"Okay, you can go wherever you want. I'll be right there with you," Pedro said firmly. "Miss, no matter what happens in the future, you can't push me away again. What you did this time was way too dangerous. If anything had gone wrong, your life would have been at risk. And for what? For people like them? It's not worth it.

The three Janzen brothers had nearly killed Kathryn.

"There won't be a next time," Kathryn said with certainty. "This was the first and last. They're not worth the risk. I only did it to repay my mother's kindness-the little bit of maternal love she showed me before she was gone."

She took a deep breath and continued, "I cut ties with them completely last night. Have you sent my father his pension money yet? Just give it to him all at once. I don't think we'll ever have any contact again." As soon as she said it, a wave of sadness washed over her. She had so little family to hold on to. "Get some rest. Once your injuries heal in a few days, I'll go see Mr. Janzen again," Pedro assured her. He wanted Kathryn to focus on recovering, not worrying about other things. He would handle everything. Holden should consider himself lucky that Kathryn still had even a shred of attachment to family. If she didn't, she wouldn't have cared whether he lived or died.

After all, Holden had never treated Kathryn like a daughter.

There had never been any father-daughter bond between them.

"I think he'll come," Kathryn murmured before closing her eyes, exhaustion settling in. "Pedro, I need to sleep for a bit. I'm too tired. While I'm resting, don't let anyone in.'

Liberty had said she'd visit after work.

but if Liberty comes, wake me up," she

the blanket around her and replied warmly, "Okay, sleep now. I'll keep an

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family's old estate, Holden had

when he managed to doze off, his dreams were filled with horror He dreamt of his sons killing Kathryn, dismembering her,

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