Chapter 811

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And after she bumped into Collin again last night, the old memories came flooding back.
They stung more than she had expected.
But after a long night of thinking, she came to a simple truth—she wouldn’t give up a whole city just because of one man.
This was her home. Her best friend was here. Her childhood, her career—everything she had built mattered more than the past. Collin was just a . He didn’t get to write the whole story.
And the more she tried to avoid him, the harder it was to truly move on.
She realized that the night she saw him again after four long years.
Now, she believed the only way to heal was to face it all, head-on.
Caylee didn’t speak right away. She glanced at Zander and Zenia, then said carefully, “Linsey… What if that person finds out…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but Linsey understood right away. She smiled gently, calm and unfazed. “Zander and Zenia are my children. No one has the right to take them away. No one.”
The moment she said that, the kids looked away from the screen. They didn’t fully understand, but they could feel something serious in her voice. Quietly, they moved closer and wrapped their arms around her.
“Mommy, we just want to stay with you!” Zenia pouted, her voice loud and sure.
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Zander frowned slightly. He was always the thoughtful one. “Mommy, is someone trying to take us? Are they bad people?”
Linsey burst into laughter and soothingly stroked the children’s heads. “Don’t worry, no one could ever take you two from me. We’ll always be together, all right?” she reassured them in a calm tone.
“Yes! We’ll always be with Mommy!” exclaimed Zenia, her eyes gleaming with joy and her smile radiating pure adorableness.
As lunchtime approached, Linsey and Caylee hurriedly prepared a straightforward meal. Satisfied and full, the children soon found it hard to keep their eyes open.
To ensure Caylee had a peaceful rest today, Linsey decided they would nap in her room, allowing Caylee the solitude of the guest room. After Linsey gently shut her bedroom door, she turned to Caylee with a sudden thought.
“It just occurred to me, I never asked if you’d like to stay here in Grester,” Linsey said, her voice tinged with regret. “I realize Grester isn’t your home, and your grandmother probably misses you.” As she spoke, she affectionately grasped Caylee’s hand. “If you wish to return, I can contact some friends there to help you secure a job. You know, I still keep an apartment there. You and your grandmother can use it until the lease is up, if you like.”
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