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    Cam made every cut with cautious precision, striving for perfection. She folded the fabric neatly,


    then began to sew with the machine, her hands nimbly weaving through the threads, attending to


    every detail just right.


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    Time quietly slipped by as she immersed herself fully in her creative work. Suddenly, her cellphone


    vibrated continuously on the table.


    Cam set down the fabric she was holding and stood up to answer the phone. She saw the caller


    ID disyed was “Mr. Connor,” and her heart skipped a beat.


    She nced at the clock. It was already eleven at night, and there were work arrangements at this


    hour? Didn’t she need a break?


    She frowned slightly in annoyance but still answered the call. “Hello, Mr. Connor.”


    A deep voice came from the other end. “Haven’t gone to bed yet?”


    Not yet,” Cam replied.


    “When I’m not at the office, you need to report the day’s work to me,” Connor stated.


    Cam paused, taken aback as she hadn’t anticipated this. “Sorry, I’ll remember that.”


    “Good. Tomorrow, David will still bring breakfast to my ce. After your run, send me your treadmill


    record,” Connor continued.


    Cam took a deep breath. She thought she could skip running for a day, but it seemed there was


    no escape. “Alright.”


    “Get some sleep, good night,” Connor instructed.


    “Good night, Mr. Connor.”


    Connor grunted in acknowledgment and hung up.


    Cam sighed. She returned to her sewing machine and continued to finish the edges of the shawl,


    adding embroidery.


    When she was finally done, she inspected it, satisfied, and folded the shawl neatly and stretched


    lazily.


    –


    It was three in the moming time to sleep.


    The next day, Cam woke up at her usual time and headed to Cedarhill Estate. After running and


    panting, she snapped a picture of her treadmill record and sent it to Connor.


    He quickly replied with a simple. [Okay.]


    A drizzle floated through the sky, the air slightly moist. Connor, dressed in a sleek ck suit, stood


    by the window. After quickly replying to the message, he ced his phone in his suit pocket and


    walked out of the bedroom.


    In the foyer, Emily was attentively spraying water on the lilies. She noticed her son descending the


    stairs and smiled. “Good morning. I see there’s no need to wake you up anymore.”


    Connor grunted, his gaze searching the foyer for others. “Where are Grandpa and Dad?”


    In the city.


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    “They’re in the study room getting ready,” Emily said, setting down the spray bottle filled with clean


    water and carefully hands.


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    She walked over to Connor, gently saying, “Let’s have breakfast in the dining room first. We’ll leave


    shortly after.”


    After breakfast, Ray and Peter came out of the study room. “Let’s go,” Ray said.


    The group walked out of the vi, bodyguards approaching them with ck umbres. The convoy


    slowly drove out of the driveway. through the damp streets, and finally stopped at the cemetery


    gate.


    With the bodyguards holding umbres and Connor carrying lilies, they walked towards the


    cemetery.


    Raindrops gently pattered the ground, creating a soft sound. Emily ced fruits and desserts in


    front of the tombstone, and Ray took the flowers from Connor’s hands, gently setting them by the


    grave.


    With Peter’s help, Ray kneeled, the rain soaking his knees. He gazed at the name engraved on the


    tombstone, a wave of bitterness surging through him. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped


    the rain off the tombstone.


    “Ruby…”


    “Such hypocrisy!” An elderlydy, holding a bunch of lilies, spoke with a tint of disdain and


    dissatisfaction.


    Peter and Connor turned simultaneously.


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