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Sustain the emotional atmosphere of scenes (melancholy, cheerfulness, tension, serenity, etc.)

- Preserve the emotional tone of narrative voice

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- English expressions must align with native speaker conventions

- Natural sentence structures with correct grammar

- Appropriate vocabulary selection, avoiding rigid literal translations

Cultural Context Conversion:

Provide brief explanations for uniquely Chinese cultural concepts or use analogous concepts understandable to

English readers

Retain important cultural elements while ensuring comprehension

- Convert historical official titles/terms into understandable English equivalents

Character Dialogue Personalization:

- Adjust language style according to character identity (dignified for elders, lively for youth, etc.)

- Maintain characters’ distinctive speech habits and linguistic traits

- Preserve natural flow and individuality in dialogues

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- Each Chinese line corresponds to one English translated line

- If long sentences require line breaks, replicate in English translation

Maintain identical paragraph structure to original

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She didn’t want to lie to him.

The moment those words left her lips, Geoffrey suddenly pulled her into an embrace “My wife, are you

abandoning me?”

That single term “my wife” stunned Maureen once more.

Right then, Heather pushed the door open, catching Geoffrey's words and seeing them locked in each other's

arms.

She immediately retreated, closing the door firmly behind her.

Maureen frantically tried to push Geoffrey away, but he held her tightly, refusing to let go.

“My wife, my eyes will heal. Don’t castaside.”

How could Geoffrey ever call Maureen “my wife“?

He'd never beg her so pitifully.

Maureen wanted to doubt his amnesia, yet found no proof otherwise.

Clenching her fist, she hardened her heart: “The doctors said your eyes will never recover. Geoffrey’s towering

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Maureen showed no mercy, pressing on: “Geoffrey, stop faking amnesia. Whether it’s real or pretend, I'm

divorcing you.”

As she spoke, she felt the powerful arms gripping her gradually loosen their hold.

Geoffrey released his arms holding Maureen, his face reverting to its usual coldness.

Maureen thought he’d been faking amnesia and dropped the act after her provocation. She stood up: “I'll refile

for divorce.”

After speaking, she grabbed her bag and left.

Outside, Heather stood in the corridor waiting.

Seeing her exit, Heather blocked her path: “Our Geoff's in this state, yet you still want divorce?”

Maureen knew she couldn't soften now, staring coldly at Heather.

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“When my father died in that crash, our family slowly went bankrupt, my hearing worsened, and | fell into deep

depression-did you ever consider me?”

“You knew your son never touched me, yet kept sending fertility drugs-did you considerthen?”

Heather was rendered speechless but refused to back down.

“But that child inside you carries Sutton blood! You can’t leave. Even divorcing, you leave the baby!”

Maureen felt relieved she hadn't confessed last night out of pity that it was Geoffrey's child.

She sneered: “Mrs. Potter, I've said countless times-this isn’t Geoffrey's child.”

“If you doubt me, ask your son.”

Ask Geoffrey?

Heather looked at her dazed son on the hospital bed. After losing his memory, he even forgot his own name.

How could he know if Maureen was carrying the Sutton Family’s child?

“Maureen, how did you beclike this?”

“I used to think you truly loved Geoff. Though not outstanding, you were kind.

But now, how have you becso malicious?

The you now truly disgusts me!”

Heather uttered a few angry words, opened the door, and entered Geoffrey's hospital room.

Maureen went to handle the discharge procedures.

When she walked out of the hospital, snow was falling thickly, and soon it covered her all

over.

She looked up at the vast snow, the corners of her eyes slightly reddening, her heart filled with indescribable

feelings.

Justin's car soon arrived.

After getting out, he held a large umbrella and walked towards Maureen.

“Maureen, get in the car.”

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“Mm.”

Maureen nodded

Once in the car, though the heater was on, she still felt waves of chill.

On the way back to Katherine's place, Maureen murmured silently. “Why can’t people change?”

“Why can’t they change?

Must one always be bullied to be called kind?”

“Why can’t one be selfish once?

Why can’t one think for oneself once?”

Before, she'd given her all to Geoff, without a single fault, only to be called “not exceptional but kind” in the end.

Now, wanting freedom and divorce made her vicious.

Outside, the snow seemed heavier, blurring the street views for Maureen.

Her reflection in the car window showed a serene face now streaked with tears.

Since Katherine's place was rented and quite small,

Maureen sought new accommodation for solitude.

In the hospital room,

Dr. Potter hired caregivers for Geoff.

But without Maureen, he grew agitated, refusing anyone near.

The caregivers barely started before he kicked them out.

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