When Mrs. Ormond saw the two young people embracing just now, her heart nearly stopped. It felt like the sky was crashing down around her. In that moment, she almost screamed.

But she had instinctively covered her mouth, forcing herself to stay silent.

As soon as the couple let go of each other, she spun around and walked away, no longer watching from the stairs. She wanted to pretend she hadn't seen anything, to go back to her room and process it quietly.

But she couldn't.

She had to talk to her daughter.

Just as she was struggling with her emotions, Elora came upstairs. And now, here she was, sitting in her daughter's room.

Elora studied her mother's expression for a moment before saying, "Alright, Mom, stay here. I'm going to take a hot bath."

Mrs. Ormond simply nodded.

As Elora disappeared into the bathroom, her mother let out a deep sigh.

Now that she had calmed down and thought about it more clearly, she had to admit—damn it, Tatum and her daughter were a perfect match.

The thought unsettled her. She couldn't sit still.

absentmindedly brushing over objects on the shelves and desk, as

gaze landed on the bedside table, where a large framed family

taken during the New Year, back when her parents-Elora's

in her chest, she walked over, picked up the frame, and

the photo radiated pure

yet fallen onto her young shoulders. She had

the moment she was pushed into the

bright, unburdened smile had

a son, things would have been different. A son would have carried the family burden and Elora could have continued living a

the wealthy families in this city had sons to take over their businesses. Their daughters might help out, but they didn't

the freedom to do what they wanted,

had that

daughter of the Ormond family

to shoulder any

the

like a

her daughter a brother to

her husband hadn't been able to shield Elora from the storms

"Mom."

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