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    Cam watched Marc, her heart a tumult of emotions. In that moment, he was no longer the


    dashing tycoon, but a frail old man, staggering under the weight of the truth.


    She spoke softly, “My blood type is none of your business, and I won’t be going for any tests with


    you. From the moment I was born, you abandoned my mother and me. You were heartless.”


    Her voice was calm, yet filled with resolve and indifference. Her gaze was icy as she nced at


    Tabitha and then at the brightly lit operating room. With a lightugh, she said, “Mr. Marc, perhaps


    this is your ‘just deserts“.”


    Cam’s words pierced Marc’s heart like a knife. He clutched his head in agony, staggering and


    leaning on a bench for support.


    He knew ire, and he knew the woman before him was his only daughter. He wanted to exin,


    to make amends, but he knew it was toote.


    Cam smiled faintly, a trace of relief in her eyes. She turned to Connor and said softly, “Mr. Connor,


    let’s go.”


    Connor nodded, gently guiding Cam away from the scene.


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    “Cam… Cam…” Marc copsed powerlessly into the chair, staring nkly in the direction


    Cam had left, his heart swirling with


    indescribable regret and pain.


    Cam and Connor walked out of the hospital, and she looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath.


    In that moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief and freedom.


    She turned to Connor with a sweet smile and said, “Mr. Connor, I’ll treat you to ice cream.”


    Connor nced at her, a smile curling at his lips. He teasingly replied, “Treating me to a dessert you


    know I don’t like? Or is it actually


    you who wants it?”


    Cam winked andughed, “Well, I’m in a good mood and feel like having some ice cream.”


    Theirughter mingled.


    Let’s go, Connor said, his eyes reflecting affection.


    They entered a renowned dessert parlor. Cam confidently walked up to the counter and ordered


    two scoops of ice cream and a drink.


    As the tempting scoops of ice cream were ced at their table, Cam scooped a spoonful into her


    mouth, closing her eyes as if


    savoring the sweet vor.


    Connor watched her content expression, reminded of the time she tasted an orange–vored


    candy. Back then, her eyes sparkled with surprise, as if the whole world had turned sweeter.


    They sat by a window, the bustling street and passersby visible through the ss. Suddenly, Cam


    asked, “Mr. Connor, are you sure you won’t try some?”


    Connor smiled and shook his head, “You enjoy it. Sweets aren’t for me.”


    Cam frowned slightly, puzzled, “Didn’t you eat candy as a kid?”


    Connor just smiled, watching her quietly.


    “Thanks, Mr. Connor,” Cam put down her spoon, her gaze sincere, “Thank you for always


    protecting me, for standing up for me without hesitation whenever I was bullied.”


    Connor looked at her and smiled, “As your supervisor, it’s only natural to protect you. No thanks


    needed.”


    Camughed softly, “I know, but I still want to say thank you, I always thought I was quite unlucky.


    Maybe all my luck was spent on meeting a great boss like you.”