Chapter 115
Author: Vicky
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Immediately after Penelope whispered those words to him, Liam gave no sign that anything had changed.

His expression remained calm, unreadable, almost detached in the way only someone deeply in control of himself could manage. He simply adjusted his posture, gave the faintest nod, and let the moment pass without drawing attention to it.

Then, as though accepting the family’s decision at face value, he spoke clearly enough for those nearby to hear.

“I’ll be taking my leave now,” he said.

His voi
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