Eddy's gentle expression darkened in an instant. Jeannette lunged forward, clapping her hand over Lara's mouth before she could say anything else, scrambling for an explanation.
But Blanche spoke first. "Even if you're just a child, you can't say things like that."
She draped her delicate hand over Eddy's chest, claiming him in a soft, possessive gesture. "He's my husband, Healy's father—not your dad."
Eddy's face lit up with joy. He squeezed Blanche's hand and led her away.
Jeannette watched them go. Eddy held the car door open for Blanche, shielding her head as she got in, his gaze lingering on her with a tenderness that was almost indulgent.
He had never looked at Jeannette that way.
A dull ache pulsed in Jeannette's chest. She crouched down to Lara's level, her voice trembling. "Sweetheart, from now on, you're Mr. Kelvin's daughter. You have to call him Dad. You can't call your real father 'Dad' anymore, understand?"
"But why, Mommy? I don't want to." Lara's face crumpled and she burst into tears, distraught and confused.
Jeannette hugged her tight, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. "It's my fault, honey. I'm just not strong enough."
"But I promise you, I'll never give up. What belongs to you—I'll get it back, no matter what."
Hatred glimmered in Jeannette's eyes, sharp and unyielding.
***
In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce—
"Honey, you're too kind. After everything Ingrid's done to you, you still let her go."
He smiled, pride in his voice. "And you're so clever, too. How did you connect your phone to the computer and find this villa?"
Blanche's eyes flicked from the Ocean Jewel necklace in her hand to Eddy's calm, dark gaze. "I should be asking you. Before you went to the police, what were you doing in this neighborhood?"
A tense silence settled over the car, so deep you could hear a pin drop.
Then Eddy's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, flashed the caller ID to Blanche, and put the call on speaker.
"Eddy, did you deliver the pearl necklace for me? Jean says your wife broke it."
Blanche's voice was cool. "So you were just helping Kelvin with a necklace."
"Oh—you're here too, Blanche. Do me a favor, will you? Don't make things harder for Jean. We're practically family now, and she's your sister, after all."
Blanche suppressed a laugh. Her mother had only ever had one daughter. She gave a perfunctory, "Sure." Then, as if offering an olive branch, she added, "To make up for it, The Simmons Group's PR team will handle your wedding arrangements."
"W-wedding?" A splash sounded over the phone—someone had apparently spit out their drink in surprise.
Clearly, Jeannette hadn't shared this bit of news yet.
"By the way, when's the Anderson family's official welcoming dinner?"
"We'd like to prepare a gift for the occasion."
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