Hans’s expression was always cool, his eyes almost indifferent—there was not a hint of sympathy or chivalry about him.
“People break up all the time. Isn’t that normal?” he said flatly.
With those words, he turned and strode after Nora, leaving Eleanor standing behind.
Eleanor took a few hurried steps after them, then stopped, frustration bubbling up inside her.
It was always Nora. Nora had Daniel, and now she was going to let her best friend have Hans.
They were trying to steal away every man who’d ever cared about her.
Downstairs, Nora stood on the curb, waiting for her car.
Hans lingered beside her, repeating himself without emotion. “If you really want to get away from Daniel, I can help.”
Nora looked at him calmly. “If you want to help, let Una go.”
“I promise she’ll leave Fairvale and you’ll never see her again.”
Hans’s easygoing expression darkened. “Absolutely not.”
Nora didn’t bother to argue further.
She went home to North Manor.
The moment she stepped inside, she heard a familiar voice echoing through the hall.
She hurried into the living room and saw Payne.
He’d just been released from the hospital, his face still pale as he played quietly with a set of blocks.
Daniel sat on the sofa nearby, his demeanor unexpectedly gentle.
It was a peaceful, almost tender scene—yet every part of Nora felt cold.
She forced herself to walk over, her whole body tense.
Payne hadn’t seen her in days. As soon as he noticed her, he bounded over, wrapping his arms around her legs and calling up to her in his sweet, childish voice.
“Mama!”
Nora managed a small, shaky smile and ruffled his hair.
She asked the housekeeper to take Payne to another room to play.
The moment he left, the air in the room changed. Nora’s gentle voice hardened with barely-suppressed hysteria.
“Daniel, are you using Payne to threaten me?”
Daniel narrowed his eyes, standing up slowly.


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