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Hannah burst out, “Can you believe Sophia quoted Mr. Ferguson half our price? It’s obvious she’s targeting us on purpose!” 

Half the price?, 

Briony just smiled. 

“Briony! How are you still smiling right now?” Hannah glared at her, frustrated. “That’s downright underhanded! She’s blatantly breaking the rules–completely shameless!” 

“It’s fine.” Briony patted Hannah’s shoulder reassuringly. “Mr. Ferguson will come back to us.” 

At those words, Hannah finally relaxed. Briony never made promises lightly–if she said it with that kind of certainty, she must have a plan. 

Sure enough, on the night of the Lantern Festival, Mr. Ferguson called again. 

Sophia had messed up–badly. 

She’d botched the restoration of a late 19th–century porcelain vase, leaving it almost unrecognizable. 

Now, Mr. Ferguson had no choice but to come back to Briony. 

But Briony told Hannah to refuse his request outright. 

She refused to work with anyone who had no sense of professional ethics. Even when Mr. Ferguson offered double their original fee, she didn’t waver. 

Enraged, Mr. Ferguson turned around and sued Sophia. 

The Hudson family was thrown into a panic. 

Briony’s uncle–Sophia’s father, Leander Hudson–waited outside the studio all afternoon, hoping to catch her. He stayed until nightfall, but Briony never appeared. 

By closing time, all the staff had left. Hannah was the last to go; when she spotted Leander still waiting, she offered a “helpful” reminder: “Sorry, Mr. Hudson, but our boss already left at three.” 

“She left?” Leander frowned. “I’ve been here the whole time–I didn’t see her.” 

Hannah smiled. “We have two exits. She used the other door.” 

Even Leander, slow as he sometimes was, realized what was going on. Briony was deliberately avoiding him. 

His face darkened as he stalked away in frustration. 

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Stewart still wasn’t officially cleared to leave the hospital, but today was the Lantern Festival, and he insisted on being discharged. 

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Cedric Clarke tried to talk him out of it, even scolded him, but Stewart wouldn’t budge. In the end, Cedric gave in and signed the papers. 

Stewart called Carl and asked him to bring Irwin to the law office. 

Around 10:30, Carl pulled up out front. Stewart, dressed head–to–toe in black, climbed into the car, careful and deliberate. 

As the door shut, he told Carl, “Take us to Rosehill Cemetery.” 

“Dad!” Irwin threw his arms around Stewart the moment he saw him. “You’ve been gone forever this time!” 

Stewart ruffled his son’s hair. “Dad’s been busy with work. Once things settle down, how about I take you on a trip?” 

“Really?” Irwin’s eyes sparkled. “Will Mom Rosita or Mom Bryn come with us this time?” 

“We’ll see when the time comes,” Stewart replied. 

“That’s fine! As long as I’m with you, I don’t care which mom comes along!” 

Irwin adored his dad. He snuggled in for a while, then suddenly looked up. “Daddy, where are we going?” 

Stewart looked at him, his dark eyes shadowed with emotion. 

“I’m taking you to see someone very important.”