With a resigned smile, she said, “I wish I could help you, but it’s been so long.


    These days, I prefer not to dredge up the past.


    I’m focused on enjoying the present.


    ”


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    Fearful that revisiting the past might upset Be again, Ste had decided to keep it buried.


    Bet looked like he wanted to continue, but Ste spoke up first.


    “I’m sorry, Mr.


    Lowell.


    If you need assistance, I could ask my husband to help.


    But please, don’t waste your efforts on me.


    I’m not the person you’re searching for.


    ” Her certainty was palpable.


    Yet Bet persisted, “And what if you are?”


    His gaze locked on Ste, unwavering.


    The message from Sanford was clear: his uncle’s daughter was still alive, having been adopted from an orphanage in Bysea-a history strikingly simr to Ste’s.


    Ste even bore a resemnce to his uncle.


    Driven by these coincidences, Bet found it increasingly difficult to let go of these leads, unless incontrovertible proof showed Ste was in no way connected to his uncle.


    Ste offered a wry smile.


    “The world’s full of uncertainties, isn’t it?”


    She harbored a deep skepticism about coincidences and the notion of fate, preferring not to set herself up for disappointment over uncertainties once more.


    Bet sensed Ste’s hesitance and chose to remain silent.


    The rest of the meal passed without further conversation, and they both left quietly afterward.


    As they were leaving, Bet finally broke the silence.


    “You came by yourself, right? Let me give you a lift home.


    ”


    “No, thanks,” Ste declined, her tone firm.


    “My husband will be picking me upter.


    ”


    From her perspective, Bet’s concern seemed misced, Likely because she reminded him of his uncle.


    She didn’t want to encourage his misced affection, nor did she want him to face repeated disappointments because of her.


    Her rejection was clear, so Bet didn’t press the issue.


    “Mr.


    rk hasn’t arrived yet.


    I’ll wait with you until he does.


    ”


    Ste was about to decline again but paused, thinking it might seem too intentional.


    Reluctantly, she agreed.


    Bet stood by her side, quietly waiting.


    After a moment, an idea struck him.


    He identally collided with Ste, causing his brooch to catch in her hair.


    “Quch!” Ste yelped, wincing in pain.


    Bet quickly apologized, “I’m sorry.


    Your hair’s caught on my brooch, Hold still.


    I’ll get it free.


    ”


    A sharp pain radiated through Ste’s scalp as she remained still, unable to turn her head because of the entanglement.