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Back then, she had fallen in love with him at first sight, and with all the feelings of a young girl, had crafted that fig- urine herself. 

Now, she had smashed it with her own hands, right in front of him. 

Damian couldn’t tell if the emotions churning inside him were resentment, regret, or sorrow. 

He regretted not cherishing Claudine’s feelings, regretted that he had personally exhausted all the love Claudine had for him… 

He stared at the pile of fragments, unable to sleep all night. 

He wanted to restore the figurine himself, with his own hands. 

After breakfast, Damian went to Benjamin’s company to fulfill his promise to Claudine. 

Claudine accompanied her mother for a walk in the garden. 

At that moment, a servant from the villa approached. 

“Mrs. Hogan, Ms. Hogan, there’s a Ms. Lavigne outside who says she wants to see the son-in-law.” 

Claudine frowned when she heard the words “Ms. Lavigne.” 

She hadn’t expected Audrey to be so brazen as to come here looking for Damian. 

It didn’t bother her to be disgusted, but she didn’t want her mother to get upset as well. 

She spoke to the servant. 

“Since she’s here for Damian, just tell her he’s not here and let her contact him herself.” 

When Bridgette heard the name “Ms. Lavigne,” she felt as if she had heard it somewhere before. 

She stopped the servant and then spoke to her daughter. 

“Isn’t Dami busy? Since she’s Dami’s friend, invite her into the house.” 

Claudine wanted to stop her, but the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them. 

She looked at her mother beside her, thinking that maybe today was an opportunity for her mother to slowly accept 

some truths. 

However, she had no interest in fighting with another woman over a man. 

Damian’s mess should be left for him to clean up himself. 

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Claudine took out her phone and sent a message to Damian. 

Just as she sent the message, the servant had already brought the guests to the small garden. 

Bridgette immediately spotted Darlene at the front. 

She waved at Darlene. 

“Darla, come to grandma! I haven’t seen you in so long.” 

Darlene walked over and called Bridgette “grandma.” 

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When she was little, she really liked her grandma. Grandma was beautiful, and her voice sounded like singing. She truly liked her. 

But once, she overheard her grandma telling Claudine to have a child of her own. 

From that moment on, Darlene knew that both grandma and Claudine only liked her a little, and once Claudine had her own child, they wouldn’t like her anymore. 

So, gradually, Darlene wasn’t as close to Bridgette as she used to be. 

Darlene was wearing a thick down jacket, which looked like something she would wear in Bronzevale. 

But in the past few days, the weather in Reedport had warmed up, especially at noon, when a sweater was enough un- der the bright sun. 

At this moment, Darlene’s little face was flushed from the heat, and her forehead was covered in sweat. 

Seeing how hot Darlene was, Bridgette took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat. 

“Why are you wearing so much? You’ll get overheated. Take off your down jacket.” 

As she spoke, she reached to unzip the jacket. 

At that moment, Audrey stepped forward, pulled Darlene over, and shielded her behind her. 

Bridgette’s hand hung awkwardly in the air. 

Audrey, on the other hand, glared at Bridgette like a mother hen protecting her chick. 

“What are you doing? How can you take off a child’s clothes in the middle of winter? She just recovered from a fever!” 

Bridgette had never met Audrey and assumed she was a servant hired by the Barrette family to look after Darlene, 

She didn’t take offense at Audrey’s rudeness and simply explained. 

“The temperature in Reedport has been high these days. Darla is sweating all over from wearing so much, which isn’t good for her.” 

Audrey glanced at Darlene, whose hair was damp with sweat. 

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It was only then that Claudine spoke up. 

“Mom, Ms. Lavigne is Darla’s mother. She definitely knows better than we do how to take care of her child, so let’s not interfere.” 

“Darla’s mother?” 

Bridgette hadn’t expected that the woman before her was actually Damian’s ex-wife. 

Just a moment ago, she had been wondering why a servant looking after a child would dress so flamboyantly! 

She looked the woman up and down again. Now that she knew her identity, her view of her attire took on a different meaning. 

“So you’re Darla’s mother!” 

Bridgette maintained her composure, but her attitude became much colder. 

“The servant said you came to see Dami. What a pity, he’s gone to my son’s place today. Didn’t you contact my son- in-law before coming over?” 

Even Claudine could hear the hostility in her mother’s words. 

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