"I didn't go overboard, did I?" Juniper asked.
"No, you didn't," Denzel replied firmly. "If anything, you finally clarified to Cillian and his father that you're better off without them." His gaze then shifted, falling on the thick envelope resting in her lap. "What's in there?"
"Oh, this. Edward said this was what my mother left for me. Her assets, all in my name. Apparently, no one else could touch them," Juniper stated with a small, weary chuckle. "I was shocked, honestly. I lived all these years thinking they had snatched everything away the moment she passed."
A brief silence settled between them as she traced the weathered seal of the envelope.
"I have no idea what to do with it. Since I broke all ties with that family, taking this felt... wrong. Like I was still tethered to them," Juniper admitted, looking up at him. "But Edward insisted. He said I should keep it because it came from her."
"He's right about that," Denzel advised, his expression softening. "Your mother set all this aside for you out of love and foresight. It's not a connection to the Vittileos; it's a connection to her. So, just keep it. It's yours."
Juniper hummed in agreement. "Oh, I also encountered Prince Casaio. I think he was at the hospital to pick up some of Zilia's reports. I reprimanded him."
"Why?" Denzel questioned, his brow furrowing with curiosity.
"He told me he wanted to apologize," Juniper answered, her voice hardening at the memory.
"Why would he apologize to you?" Denzel asked, looking genuinely confused.
"My wedding was ruined because of him," Juniper replied, leaning back against the sofa. "He shared the day with Zilia, really. You were present there, right?"
"Now, I remember," Denzel admitted, a look of realization crossing his face. He remembered the tension and the way the spotlight had shifted so abruptly that day.
"After that, everything ruined. I–I couldn't take it off my mind. I'm not saying I didn't do wrong, became greedy but that single day brought a chaos to my life," Juniper muttered.
"I told him that if he ever sees me again, he should change his route. I plan to do the same for him and Dominick."
She then sighed, looking down at the envelope. "I think I was too harsh on him. He's the eldest Alpha Prince, after all."
Denzel leaned forward in his seat, his expression serious. "You were honest about what you felt, June. That's not being harsh. Prince Casaio was supposed to be a friend, a big brother to you. Instead of acknowledging how important that day was for your future, he chose to overlook your feelings. Your anger is entirely legitimate."
Juniper felt relieved. It was the first time someone hadn't tried to excuse the Prince's actions with his status or his love for Zilia.
"You see, I just want to vanish that day from my life. I hate it," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to think about it anymore. It doesn't even have any meaning left." She paused, taking a deep, shaky breath to steady herself. "I—I am just worked up. Sorry for making you an unwanted listener to my story."
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