Although Astrid never revealed where Evelyn''s collection of glittering jewelry came from, Thssa had her suspicions. It must be


    the handiwork of Bruce when he was at his charming best.


    Bruce had a silver tongue, especially when it came to wooing women with shiny trinkets. And poor Evelyn had been utterly


    beguiled, ensnared by his sweet nothings.


    Bruce was such a loathsome creature that Thssa could barely contain her urge to tear him to pieces!


    Why on earth would she want to hold onto anything that bastard had given Evelyn?


    Jewelry was just ordinary stuff, after all. Selling it for cash made sense, to buy Astrid some treats, maybe a hearty steak and


    some medical care.


    As for the jade pearls, they had the look of an antique.


    If it was truly an antique, it had to be worth pretty much. Bruce, that penny-pincher, wouldn''t part with something so valuable for a


    woman, would he?


    That''s why Thssa was convinced the jade pearl couldn''t possiblye from Bruce. They must have a story behind them. So


    she decided to keep the pearl.


    "Thssa, | don''t need any fancy treats, I''m not a child anymore,” Astrid insisted, unwilling to let Thssa sell Evelyn''s jewelry. It


    was, after all, a tangible memory of Evelyn. Without it, even that smallfort would be gone.


    Gently patting Astrid''s hand, Thssa reassured her, "Auntie, trust me, | know what I''m doing. | would never dishonor Mom''s


    memory. Having this jade pearl is enough."


    How could she possibly keep anything from Bruce, the man who had made her mother''s life so miserable?


    To hold onto anything he gave her mother would be the ultimate disrespect.


    She intended to erase every trace of Bruce that lingered around her mother.


    She hoped her mother would never have to encounter Bruce''s soul, in this life or the next.


    “Alright, if you''ve made up your mind, then that''s that," Astrid said with tearful eyes. "It''s gettingte, you should go to bed."


    "Sure, Auntie, you should get some rest too," Thssa said, soothing her aunt until shey down. Then she left Astrid''s room.


    She had intended to sleep with the kids, but after they had cried themselves to sleep, she didn''t want to disturb them.


    Instead, she headed to a spare room.


    Their vi was a gift from Lysander, well-furnished and totally different from their former dpidated home.


    The decor was exquisite, but lying in the well-appointed room, Thssa felt none of the warmth she''d known in their old house.


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