After saying that, Cameron patted his daughter's hand, turned, and they entered the house together. This immediately reassured Fabian, who was delighted, thinking Cameron was finally relenting. He hurriedly winked at his wife and daughter, signaling them to follow.

Once inside the living room, Anastasia removed her coat and washed her face before returning. A servant had already presented her with a cup of tea. She sipped it comfortably.

"What kind of tea are you drinking? It smells like herbs," Maria asked, sniffing the air.

"It's an herbal blend, formulated for my needs," Anastasia replied. "I can't share it, but there are other teas and coffees available."

"Oh, I see! Is it for your health? Did the miracle doctor prescribe this? You really should thank him," Maria gushed, pointedly reminding Cameron and Anastasia of her role in securing the doctor's visit, hoping to secure their continued favor.

Anastasia smiled politely but remained silent. Just as Maria was about to continue, Cameron interrupted, "Is there anything else you wish to discuss? Tell me now, as I may not have time later."

Cameron sat ramrod straight, impeccably groomed.

Fabian cleared his throat. "Ron, you know why I'm here. I admit to previous overstepping, but you understand my position, right? The bidding was chaotic; it consumed me. Many knew my confidence in this project, yet you stood me up…"

"Tell me, who stood whom up?" Cameron interrupted. "When did I promise you the project? There's a procedure, and I don't have final say. I've told you countless times—don't be arrogant. Don't claim what isn't yours. This is entirely your fault."

Fabian was speechless, momentarily stunned by the attack. He took several deep breaths to regain his composure. "You're right! I've been ostentatious. My fault!" he conceded. "But I'm facing bankruptcy. Creditors will hound me. I… if I have no choice, I'll kill myself! But my wife and daughter?" He continued, "Ron, when my sister died, you promised to care for me. How will I face her in heaven, explaining my premature demise?" He invoked his deceased sister in an attempt to sway Cameron.

Cameron remained silent. Anastasia, sipping her tea, spoke, "Get to the point."

Fabian was taken aback. "Tasia, what do you mean?"

"Nothing. I've never met my mother, but I've heard much about her from you both. She sounds kind and generous, impeccable in all she did," she mused.

"That's right!" Fabian nodded vigorously, believing he had found an ally. "Your mother was kind. A pity she left you so soon. Though your aunt and I love you, it's not the same as a mother's love. My poor child…"

"I believe my mother is kind and righteous enough to understand my father's actions. She wouldn't blame him," Anastasia stated, sitting closer to Cameron.