She leaned back, enjoying the sunlight, and studied Alfy curiously. “Did your uncle tell you that?”

Alfy hesitated, then shook her head before nodding.

Katelyn frowned slightly. “So which is it? What really happened?”

Alfy felt a little embarrassed, but under Katelyn’s gaze, she hesitated for a moment before saying, “Actually, I overheard it.”

If she hadn’t overheard her uncle’s words, she wouldn’t have intentionally kept her distance from Jaxen these past few days. She turned to Katelyn and shared everything she had heard that day. “My uncle was instructing his men, telling them that if Jaxen kept bothering me, they should teach him a lesson. And also…” Alfy trailed off, suddenly afraid to say the rest.

Katelyn raised an eyebrow. Seeing the look on Alfy’s face, she could already guess the rest. With a faint smile, she asked, “Alfy, do you really think Jaxen is afraid of that?”

She had been thinking about Jaxen’s situation for a while now. As long as he explained things properly, the misunderstanding could be cleared up. There was no need to make things more complicated than they were.

What she didn’t understand was why Alfy still refused to believe him. Alfy wasn’t the type to hold grudges or throw tantrums over nothing. Alfy was simple and straightforward, never overthinking things.

Now, it all made sense. Katelyn sighed to herself. It seemed Alfy loved Jaxen more than she even realized. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to avoid him.

Alfy lowered her head, avoiding Katelyn’s gaze. In a small voice, she said, “I don’t dare to take that risk.”

When Katelyn first met Alfy, she could tell Alfy had no fear for anything. But now, Alfy was hesitating. That only meant one thing—her feelings for Jaxen ran deeper than she wanted to admit.

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Katelyn studied her for a moment before asking directly, “Be honest, Alfy. Can you really bear to see Jaxen stop loving you? To watch him marry someone else, care for her the way he once cared for you?”

Alfy’s face turned even paler. Hesitation was written all over her face. Katelyn continued, her voice calm but firm, “All his warmth, all his affection—gone, given to someone else. Wouldn’t that bother you? If not, then let go now.”

Katelyn wasn’t someone with much relationship experience, but she knew one thing—she couldn’t give up on Vincent so easily unless he stopped loving her. Then, and only then, would she walk away without hesitation.

Alfy sat in front of her, looking lost. “Katelyn…” Her eyes shimmered, on the verge of tears.

Katelyn let out a soft sigh. “See? You can’t bear it. So why are you trying so hard to give up?”

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