utes later, she pulled up the winding, cobblestone driveway of the Beaumont estate in Kalo

er purse containing the folded genetic

n the heavy oa

fted from the fo

tly forward, gently tucking a strand of blonde hair behind Charlotte Wright

ht, Finley's y

t Jaison, her blue eyes brimming with undisguised dependence and adoration. The soft warmth et

portrait. And she, the rightful mistress of this

eels against the marble floor was quiet yet sharp, instantly cutting through

vanished the moment his gaze landed on her, melting

flustered innocence. "Finley, you're home! Jaison and I

A gifted MIT mathematician? Right now, the tit

y fixed her gaze steadily on Jaiso

ar warning. "Whatever it is, it can wait. Charlotte is a guest." His un

echoed from the staircase. Their ten-

s frozen heart at the sight of her child. Sh

o a stop beside Jaison. He tilted his head up and complained

, childish resentment for being ignored. He

ing smile. "Don't be mad at your mom, Esteban. She was probably busy with her own things

pproving look before grabbing Jaison's arm. "Dad, can I go back

f he were merely a temporary guest. Finley

irection, Jaison nodded indifferently at

ection. In that crushing moment, Finley f

edly upstairs to pack. She watched Jaison and Charlotte e

lung over his shoulder. He reached out naturally and took Charl

sickly sweet and warm, and she threw Finley

sentence toward Finley. "The Beaumont family dinne

th his new little family, leavin

me and the faint echoes of their laughter still lingered in the air,

e spot where Jaison had just been sitting. The fai

tucked in the sofa crevice-the matching piece

Finley's lips. A clumsy, child

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