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Sylvia had picked up sof Naomi's favorite snacks from a little deli on the way over-mini quiches, a slice of
apple pie, and a thermos of hot chicken soup.
The bruises on Naomi's face had faded quite a bit, but she still looked haggard, her eyes shadowed from too
many sleepless nights.
"Mom, try to eat something. There's been sprogress," Sylvia said, setting the food out on the bedside table.
At the mention of progress, Naomi finally looked up, a flicker of hope in her tired eyes.
"Sylvia, did you find that man?"
"Not yet, but we're getting close." Sylvia handed her a fork, her tone gentle. "Mom, can | ask you something?"
Naomi nodded weakly. "Go ahead."
"If Bridget hadn't gotten into trouble, and she kept coming after me, what would you have done?"
Naomi's hand trembled so hard she nearly dropped the fork, eyes watering.
"Sylvia, do you think I'm useless too?" Her voice cracked. "Honestly, when | saw everything you went through, |
wanted to confront Bridget myself. If it wasn't for Edwin talkingdown, | might have done something stupid."
"Edwin? What did he say?" Sylvia tried to sound casual as she poured soup into Naomi's mug, but she was
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She didn't dare push too hard, not wanting Naomi to worry.
Naomi sipped the soup, gathering herself before she spoke. “Edwin only found out later that Bridget once saved
Rupert's life. That's why Rupert kept giving her chance after chance."
"Thing is, men never really understand women. But | do. Bridget always acted so high and mighty, but deep
down? She was just trying to survive-no way would she risk her neck for Rupert. | knew something was off."
"I wanted to dig into it, but before | could, Bridget got into trouble, and then Reese showed up. That's when
everything started coming to light, so | let it go."
Sylvia's hands slipped; the box of mini quiches crashed to the floor, soup splattering all over her jeans and
burning her skin.
She barely noticed the pain, anger roaring in her veins.
But her face went even paler as Naomi's words clicked into place. Suddenly, she understood.
Maybe Rupert never lied to her.
In her past life, she and Stella had suffered so much at Bridget's hands. Naomi would cry every tthe gossip
columns tore into them, but they were nobodies in high Society powerless to fight back. s
It made sense-Naomi would have focused on the story of Bridget saving Rupert. She and Edwin had gone put in
a storm to track down a
witness, and now Sylvia finally realized who it was: s
Reese.
Edwin and Kay knew each other; finding Reese and confirming the truth would've
been easier than squeezing a confession from Rupert.
Maybe they did meet her. Maybe they didn't.
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know about Reese's existence.
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In the end, she'd taken her own life.
And Reese? She never appeared, her hands clean as ever.
Just like now-a little princess, cherished by everyone.
A wave of dizziness hit Sylvia, and she collapsed backward. "Sylvia!"
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