Charlie nodded and patted Tiffany’s hand. “I’m getting old now. My daughter is right. Don’t worry, I will protect you forever. This will never happen again!”

Tiffany smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Okay.”

Charlie heaved a sigh of relief. However, Tiffany still felt something was amiss. Based on her understanding of Sandra, she wouldn't give up and commit suicide. The pills she’d given were genuine and potent enough to save Sandra's life. The Booth family's beating shouldn't have obliterated her will to survive. There had to be something wrong.

Most importantly, witnesses claimed Sandra jumped into the sea; her body hadn't been found. Could Sandra still be alive?

With this thought, Tiffany excused herself for a nap and called June. “Find out where Sandra is.”

Ten minutes later, June replied, “Sandra is confirmed dead. The area where she jumped was stormy; there’s no chance of finding her body.”

Relieved, Tiffany thought she’d been overthinking. “Then, no problems.”

As she was about to hang up, June added, “Master is back. He wants to see you.”

Mentioning James evoked complex emotions in Tiffany. However, she’d made up her mind. Even if James objected, she wouldn't leave Richard. This was a difficult balance, but she wouldn't betray her heart. “I got it.”

Tiffany went to Luna Villa and bumped into Jeremy. He remained his usual lazy, expressionless self, seemingly indifferent to everything. He was neither surprised nor angered by good or bad treatment; delicacies were simply food to him. Tiffany sometimes wondered if he was devoid of desire.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Cooper,” Tiffany greeted him with a smile, using the servants' term for him. She found it amusing.

Jeremy glanced at her and replied, “Oh.” It was an improvement.

Tiffany continued on. In the villa's backyard, James sat on a rattan chair amidst numerous medicinal herbs. These were only a portion; those used in the life-saving pills came from an expensive, rare source, explaining the medicine's inaccessibility.

Tiffany stood five steps away and called softly, “Master.”

James didn’t turn or open his eyes, only laughing and sighing. “Tiffany, do you hate me now?”

Tiffany approached and sat beside him. The rattan chair swayed gently under the shade of the pavilion. The air was calm and relaxing, reminiscent of ten years prior when James taught her various skills, tolerating and doting on her. He was her master and, at times, like a father. His kindness would forever be imprinted on her heart.

Standing, Tiffany decided to be frank. “Master, I…”

But James patted her head. “I know what you want to say. You don’t need to tell me. As long as you’re determined, do as you wish. No matter what, I’ll protect you.”

He ruffled her hair. “I was too stubborn. I thought you were still that naive girl. But now, I see your growth. I’m gratified.”

Tiffany was surprised by his tolerance and affection. She didn't understand why he was so good to her. All she could say was, “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Alright, my silly girl. You caused me much trouble. I didn't expect such politeness. A big girl can’t be kept.” He sighed.

Tiffany smiled at his fatherly tone. “Then I’m leaving. Have a good day.” She left briskly, the weight lifted from her shoulders. She breathed deeply and decided to go to the Royal Tower.

James watched her leave, a smile playing on his lips. Then, he said to the air, “The plan is terminated.”

A man emerged from the bushes, incredulous. “Master, why? We’re so close. Are we giving up?”

James's voice turned cold. “I don’t like to repeat myself. Focus.”

The man bowed his head. “Yes.”

June approached, and the man hid again. James gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with mystery. To avoid difficulties for Tiffany, he’d given up confronting that person. ‘Wish everything goes as you wish.’

Tiffany arrived at the Royal Tower. She hadn't informed Richard, unsure if he was there. She was surprisingly admitted.

“Miss Kelley? You’re here for Mr. Hampton, yes? This way. I’ll lead you.” The receptionist guided Tiffany to a private elevator, her attitude a stark contrast to the past.

Tiffany was stunned. “Thank you.”

The elevator went to the top floor, leading her to Richard’s office. He was in a meeting. His assistant politely asked, “Miss Kelley, what would you like to drink? Coffee, milk, or something else?”

“Coffee, please,” Tiffany smiled.

Soon, coffee arrived. The assistant left. Tiffany sat in Richard’s chair, waiting.