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Finnian had just left when Liliana immediately called her family doctor over. “After I fainted, what kind of tests did they run? They didn’t find out
about... you know, did they?” she asked anxiously.
No matter which hospital she visited, her family doctor was always the liaison with the attending physician. She had told Finnian before that she didn’t
trust outside doctors as much, reasoning that her family doctor knew her medical history better. Finnian hadn’t suspected a thing, so they’d kept the
ruse going until now.
But fainting today had been unexpected, and it had scared her half to death.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Porter,” the family doctor reassured her quickly. “Nothing about the... situation was revealed.”
Liliana sighed in relief, dismissing the doctor with a wave of her hand.
Staring up at the white ceiling, her expression slowly turned more intense and determined.
The truth was, she wasn’t pregnant at all. The so-called “baby” she was carrying didn’t exist!
That day when Finnian had been drugged, it wasn’t even her who had saved him!
But she had seized the opportunity to make Finnian believe it was her, thus binding him to her. Now, with Finnian’s feelings for Amara growing
increasingly uncertain, she had to hold onto this charade of a pregnancy, or she’d lose everything.

Fiona was seething, continuously making snide comments to try and drive Amara away, but Amara just played dumb, dodging Fiona’s barbs with
ease.

By five in the evening, guests began arriving in droves. Amara and Elowen stood by the entrance, greeting guests and solidifying Amara’s place as a
hostess.
Fiona was fuming but couldn’t openly confront Amara. Instead, she vented her frustration in private, cursing Amara under her breath.

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Elysia hooked her arm through Amara’s and smiled warmly. “Of course, I had to come. Your lovely stepmother sent me an invitation, and besides, I
wanted to see you.”
Grabbing Amara’s arm, Elysia started chatting away. Meanwhile, Dorian, feeling sidelined, frowned slightly and slid an arm around Elysia’s waist.
“Shall we head inside?” he suggested.
“Yes, let’s,” Elysia replied, her tone towards Dorian neither warm nor cold. To outsiders, it seemed like a perfectly normal interaction, but Dorian felt
uneasy.
The Elysia of the past few days was worlds apart from the Elysia he’d known. What on earth had changed?
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