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.

on the shelves and desk, as if keeping her hands busy would settle

table, where

been taken during the New Year, back when her

picked up

face in the

the weight of the family legacy hadn't yet fallen onto her

into the top position

unburdened smile had

have been different. A son would have carried the family

sons to take over their businesses. Their daughters might help out, but they didn't carry the full weight

the freedom to do what they wanted, to fall in

had

of the

but they were still too little to shoulder

thought about it, the heavier the guilt settled in

felt like

a brother

been able to shield Elora

"Mom."

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