For seven years, I've been his wife hidden in the shadows. Our son is publicly denied as his "nephew." To please his first love, he filled the house with deadly lily flowers. My six-year-old son was locked in that pollen-filled room and suffocated to death. When I rushed him to the hospital barely alive, my husband was accompanying that woman for an IV drip. In that moment, I personally sentenced this marriage to death. I disappeared with my child, and he knelt begging me to come back, trying to atone with everything he had. But he didn't know. The day he knelt down, I had already decided to make him spend the rest of his life paying for my son's final breath. Jade's POV "Mr. Carter, and this is...?" "She's my assistant. That kid is my relative, staying at my place temporarily." When Damien Carter introduced me to the client, his tone was casual. I lowered my head, organizing documents without a word. In reality, we'd been married for seven years. That child was his biological son. Damien and I had a child after an accident. We'd kept the marriage a secret ever since. To the outside world, our son was just my relative. After the client left, the smile vanished from Damien's face instantly. He slammed a contract onto the desk. "Jade Wilson, why is the amount in this contract missing a zero? Are you trying to cost the company tens of millions?" I picked up the contract and glanced at it. "This was the first draft prepared by Clara. I hadn't gotten to review it yet before you rushed to show it to the client." Damien frowned and looked over at Clara Hayes. Clara's eyes were already red, standing there helplessly. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter... I'm so useless. I saw Jade was too busy and wanted to help share some of the workload. I didn't expect to make such a mistake..." Her voice carried a sob, and her body trembled slightly. Damien's stern expression immediately softened. He sighed, his tone helpless yet indulgent. "Alright, if you're not sure about something, leave it alone. Next time, let Jade handle this kind of work. You just focus on making my coffee." Clara smiled, responding sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Carter. You're so good to me." I stood to the side and noticed the tie clip on Damien's tie. It was shaped like a cartoon bear, crudely made, with paint even chipping off at the edges. This was something Clara had bought from a street vendor last week and given him-supposedly only five dollars. Meanwhile, the cufflinks I'd given him last month, worth six figures, were currently gathering dust in a pen holder in the corner of his desk. That was the difference. Anything from Clara was treasure, even if it was trash. Anything from me was trash, even if it was treasure. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I glanced at it-the nanny from home was calling. I walked to a corner to answer. The nanny's anxious voice came through. "Mrs. Carter, Mason has a fever and keeps gasping for air. His chest is heaving badly. The doctor said before that he's at risk for asthma-what should we do?" My heart seized. Mason was premature and frail. High fever triggering asthma could be life-threatening. After hanging up, I took a deep breath and turned toward Damien. "Mr. Carter, I need to take leave." Damien was teaching Clara how to identify coffee beans, his head still lowered. "The company's busy. Request denied." "Mason has a high fever of 103 degrees and may be showing signs of asthma. I have to take him to the hospital immediately." I tried to keep my voice calm. Hearing Mason's name, Damien finally looked up. But there was no concern in his eyes. Only impatience. "Sick again? Last week it was coughing, this week it's a fever. Jade, are you using that kid as an excuse to skip work?" I clenched my fists. "This time it's serious. The nanny says he can't breathe properly..." "Ah!" A scream cut off my words. Damien whipped around to see Clara covering the back of her hand, the freshly brewed coffee spilled all over the desk. "What happened?" Damien rushed over and grabbed her hand. Clara's eyes filled with tears. "The water was too hot, I couldn't hold it... Mr. Carter, am I useless?" A small red spot appeared on the back of her hand-not even a blister. Yet Damien looked as panicked as if the sky were falling. He immediately shouted outside. "Get the burn ointment! Hurry!" After shouting, he seemed to think it wasn't enough and grabbed his car keys directly. "No, we need to go to the hospital. Can't let it scar." With that, he pulled Clara toward the exit, completely forgetting I was still standing there waiting for him to approve my leave. I blocked his path. "Damien, Mason is at home waiting to be saved! Are you going to abandon your own son over this tiny injury of hers?" Damien stopped and looked at me coldly. "Jade, Clara got injured making coffee for me. That's a work-related injury. As for your nephew..." He paused, his tone mocking. "If he has a fever, call a doctor. I'm not fever medication. Go home yourself and stop making a scene here." He shoved me aside and strode away with Clara protectively. "Damien, you care about me the most..." Clara's coquettish voice drifted from the hallway. I stumbled back two steps from the push, my lower back hitting the desk corner painfully. But I couldn't feel the pain. Because my phone rang again. The nanny sent a video. In the video, my six-year-old son's face was flushed red with fever, his mouth open as he struggled to breathe, his hand clutching a drawing tightly. The drawing showed a faceless man holding his hand. The nanny sent a text message. "Mason keeps calling for daddy, asking when daddy will come home." Watching the video, tears finally streamed down my face. I wiped my tears and replied to the nanny. "Call an ambulance. Tell Mason that daddy is dead. From now on, only mommy will be with him." I threw the unfinished documents on the desk into the trash and turned to leave the company. Watching Damien's Maybach speed away into the distance, the last trace of hesitation in my heart disappeared.
Jade's POV After leaving the company, I went straight to the hospital. Outside the emergency room, the nanny was pacing anxiously. Seeing me, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Jade, you're finally here! Mason just had a nebulizer treatment. The doctor said we got him here just in time-if we'd been half an hour later and he'd suffocated, it would've been serious." Through the glass window, I saw Mason's small body curled up on the hospital bed, an oxygen tube in his nose, sleeping restlessly. My heart felt like it was being pierced by needles. I sent the nanny home to rest and stayed by the bedside myself. My phone pinged with a message from Damien. "Clara has a blister on her hand. I'm staying with her for the IV drip. Won't be home tonight." Looking at that cold line of text, I finally remembered what day it was. Today was our seventh wedding anniversary. For this day, I'd made a reservation at a famous Michelin-starred restaurant half a month ago and even sent Damien a reminder message. At the time, he'd replied with one word. "Okay." Now it seemed he'd completely forgotten. I smiled and didn't reply, just turned off my phone. Mason woke up once in the middle of the night. His fever had gone down a bit. The first thing he said when he opened his eyes was. "Mommy, did daddy come?" My hand pausing while peeling an apple stopped. Looking at the hopeful look in the child's eyes, I couldn't bring myself to say the word "dead." I could only lie. "Daddy's working. He's far away making money for Mason's medical treatment." The light in Mason's eyes dimmed instantly. He lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers. "Other kids have their daddies with them. I want daddy too." I put down the knife and gently hugged him. "I'm sorry. It's my fault." Mason considerately patted my back. "It's okay, mommy. Having you is enough." In that moment, I made a decision. I would take Mason away from here, to a place without Damien Carter. Zurich, Switzerland. There was the best asthma rehabilitation center there, and the peace I'd longed for. The next morning, Mason's condition stabilized. I completed the discharge procedures and took him home. As soon as we entered the house, I smelled a strong fragrance. It was the scent of lilies. I frowned. Mason had a sensitive respiratory system and couldn't tolerate this kind of irritating floral scent. On the coffee table in the living room sat a large bouquet of blooming stargazer lilies. Damien was sitting on the sofa, holding a pink scarf and looking at it. It was Clara's. Seeing us return, he didn't even look up, just asked casually. "Fever gone?" His tone was as flat as if he were asking about the weather. I ignored him and immediately took the vase of lilies out to the balcony, closing the door to block the scent. Only then did Damien put down the scarf and look at me with displeasure. "What are you doing? Those are flowers Clara gave me, saying it was to thank me for staying with her yesterday." "Mason can't tolerate that scent. It makes him cough." I said. Damien scoffed. "How can he be that delicate? I think you've just spoiled this kid. He has no masculine spirit at all." I didn't want to argue with him. I took Mason's hand and headed to our room. But Damien suddenly stood up and tossed an exquisite gift box at me. "Take this." I caught it reflexively. "Since the fever's gone, stop looking so gloomy. This is compensation for you." Compensation? I opened the box. Inside was a necklace. I'd actually seen this exact same style on Clara's Instagram yesterday. The caption read. "Mr. Carter has such good taste. Though this style doesn't suit me, he insisted on buying it. Wonder who he's planning to give it to?" Seeing my silence, Damien said impatiently. "Get ready. The day after tomorrow, the company's having a team-building trip to the water park. Bring the kid along." I looked up sharply. "Water park?" "Yes. Clara said she wants some excitement. Everyone's bringing family members. I told them you're a relative staying with your kid at my place. You need to come too. Don't embarrass me in front of the employees." I looked at his matter-of-fact expression and felt cold all over. "I'm not going." My refusal was firm. "Why not?" Damien frowned. "Mason is afraid of water." I stared into his eyes, enunciating each word. "When he was three, you were playing on your phone by the pool and he nearly drowned. He's had a phobia of deep water ever since. Have you forgotten?" Damien froze for a moment. Then he waved his hand dismissively. "That was so long ago and you're still bringing it up? How can a boy be so timid? This is a perfect chance for him to practice courage. It's settled then. We leave at eight the day after tomorrow." With that, he grabbed his car keys and left without looking back. "Clara's still waiting for me downstairs. I'm going to drive her to work." The moment the door closed, I threw the necklace into the trash.
Jade's POV The water park was a new project invested in by Carter Corporation this year. It hadn't officially opened to the public yet-this team-building event was essentially an internal trial run. On departure day, the sky was somewhat overcast. Mason gripped my hand tightly. Before we even entered the gates, his little face had already turned pale. "Mommy, I don't want to go in... Water is scary." I crouched down, adjusting his collar, my voice gentle and soothing. "Don't be afraid. Mommy will stay with you the whole time. We'll just sit on the shore and won't go in the water." Only then did Mason reluctantly nod, shrinking behind me like a frightened little quail. As soon as we entered the park, I saw Damien surrounded by a group of executives and employees. He wore a white casual T-shirt today, looking young and handsome. Standing beside him, Clara wore a bright yellow bikini with a transparent sun protection jacket over it. Her figure was on full display as she clung intimately to Damien's arm, laughing happily. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were the married couple. "Mr. Carter, your assistant is here." Someone with sharp eyes spotted me. Everyone's gaze immediately converged. Damien turned around. Seeing Mason hiding behind me, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "Since you're here, find somewhere to stay. Don't wander around." His tone was cold and distant, as if he really were speaking to an unfamiliar relative. A new administrative supervisor nearby asked curiously. "Mr. Carter, who's this child? He actually looks a bit like you, especially around the eyes and brows." My heart jumped. Mason did resemble Damien. This used to be what I was most proud of. The air went quiet for a moment. Damien seemed to hear a joke and scoffed, then spoke carelessly. "How could he look like me? He's her nephew." He pointed at me, then at Mason, his eyes carrying a trace of disdain. "No one at home to watch him, so he's staying at my place temporarily. After all, we're relatives-I help where I can." Sounds of sudden understanding immediately rose around us. "Oh, so he's a relative staying temporarily. Mr. Carter is so kindhearted." "Exactly. Jade is really lucky to have Mr. Carter as both boss and relative." The administrative supervisor quickly backtracked too. "Looking more carefully, he really doesn't look like you. This child seems a bit timid-nothing like Mr. Carter's presence." I felt Mason's body behind me stiffen sharply. Though he was only six, he wasn't stupid. He slowly peeked out from behind me, looking at that tall man surrounded by the crowd, his eyes gradually reddening. He asked me in a small voice. "Mommy, why did daddy say I'm his nephew? What's a nephew?" My heart felt like someone had wrung it violently. I covered his ears, forcing back tears as I whispered. "Daddy's just joking with other people. Mason, be good. Don't listen." Mason sniffled and buried his head against my leg, refusing to look at Damien again. "All right everyone, go have fun! Everything's on me today!" Damien waved his hand grandly, and the crowd cheered and dispersed. Clara pulled Damien toward the largest wave pool. "Mr. Carter, I want to play that one! Will you protect me?" Damien nodded indulgently. "Sure, whatever you want." They walked away with laughter and chatter. Not a single person noticed me and Mason in the corner. I took Mason to find a lounge chair away from the crowds. It was quiet here. We could only hear distant screams from the wave pool. Mason hugged his knees, staring blankly at the distant water. "Mommy, I don't like this place." "Okay, we'll sit for a bit then leave." I was just about to take Mason away from this place of trouble when Damien suddenly appeared before us. He was soaking wet, clearly just out of the water, holding two ice cream cones. "Here." He held out the ice cream. I froze, about to refuse, when he added. "Clara bought too many and can't finish them. Waste to throw them away. Give them to the kid." Leftovers again. Mason looked at the melting ice cream and shook his head. "I don't want it." Damien's expression darkened. "Why are you so rude? I'm giving you something and you're picky?" "Mason's cough hasn't fully recovered. He can't have cold things." I coldly blocked it for the child. "And these are someone else's leftovers. We don't want them." Having his face rejected, Damien grew somewhat angry. "Jade Wilson, is this how you teach a child? No manners at all." Just then, Clara's voice called out from the distance. "Mr. Carter! Come quick! The slide over here is so thrilling!" She stood at the edge of the deep water area, waving excitedly. Damien's expression changed completely. He responded and turned to leave. Before leaving, as if remembering something, he pointed to the nearby shallow children's pool. "Since you're here, take him in to play. Stop letting him hide on shore like a girl." With that, he strode toward Clara.
Jade's POV Of course I didn't listen to Damien and take Mason into the water. I was packing up our things to leave with Mason when Clara somehow appeared. She held a huge inflatable unicorn, her smile so sweet it was almost blinding. "Jade, leaving so soon? Mr. Carter specifically asked me to come keep Mason company." She bent down, trying to take Mason's hand. Mason warily shrank back, dodging her touch. Clara's smile stiffened for a moment, then she looked toward Damien in the distance talking with executives, her expression aggrieved. "Doesn't this child like me? I even brought this unicorn especially for him to play with." As she spoke, she shoved the giant unicorn toward Mason. The unicorn was too large and blocked Mason's view directly. Mason instinctively stepped back, not realizing he was right at the edge of the children's pool. Though the children's pool wasn't deep, for a child with extreme fear of water, any water was hell. Mason's foot slipped, and his entire body fell backward into the water. Splash. Though the water only came up to Mason's waist, he was already terrified. The memory of nearly drowning at age three instantly attacked his brain. He didn't stand up. Instead, he thrashed desperately in the shallow water, arms and legs flailing wildly, as if trying to cough all the air from his lungs. "Help! Mommy! Help!" His shrill cries instantly pierced through the noisy crowd. My head buzzed. I threw down my bag and rushed over like a madwoman, jumping into the water without even removing my shoes. "Mason! I’m here! Don't be afraid!" I scooped up Mason, soaking wet and trembling violently, from the water and held him tightly. He was shaking. Shaking violently. His face was deathly pale, lips purple, eyes unfocused, only able to repeat. "Don't let me drown... Don't let me drown..." It was a stress response. My heart was breaking. I patted his back, tears streaming uncontrollably. "It's okay now, it's okay. Mommy's taking you home." The shore filled with people, everyone pointing and whispering. "What's wrong with this kid? Water this shallow and he's this scared?" "Too pampered, right? How will a boy like this manage in the future?" Clara stood on shore, still holding that unicorn, covering her mouth with an innocent expression. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to... I just wanted to give him the toy. I didn't expect him to be so timid he couldn't even stand steady." At this moment, Damien finally pushed through the crowd. He glanced at Mason, soaking wet and still trembling, his brow furrowing into a line. But he didn't come comfort the child first, nor did he blame Clara. Instead, he turned to look at me, his tone full of impatience and disgust. "Jade Wilson, can you not embarrass yourself in public?" I looked up sharply, staring at him deadly. "Embarrassing? Mason is this terrified and all you care about is embarrassment?" Damien snorted coldly. "The water's only half a meter deep. He could've just stood up and been fine. All that wailing and carrying on-what does it look like! This is exactly the problem you've spoiled him into having. No resilience at all." As he spoke, he reached out to pull Clara protectively behind him, still comforting the actual culprit. "Clara, don't blame yourself. He lost his footing on his own-it has nothing to do with you. You were just being nice trying to play with him." Clara fell into his embrace right on cue, tears coming instantly. "Mr. Carter, I was so scared... I didn't expect this child to react so strongly. Should I not have approached him?" "Of course not." Damien patted her back. "He's just too withdrawn. It's not your fault." Holding Mason who was still convulsing, listening to this conversation that twisted black into white, the last trace of hope I had for this man completely turned to ash. "Damien Carter." I called his name. "You're going to regret this." Damien looked at me with disdain. "Regret? Regret what? Regret not throwing this kid in the deep end to practice his courage?" I didn't engage with him further. I took off my jacket, wrapped it around Mason, picked him up and turned to leave. Behind me came Clara's sweet voice. "Mr. Carter, my legs are weak, I can't walk..." "Then I'll carry you." Sounds of teasing rose around us. Holding Mason, I walked out of the water park step by step. Mason gradually calmed in my arms, though he kept hiccupping. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and said quietly. "Mommy, I don't want daddy anymore." I answered him softly. "Okay. We don't want him anymore." After returning home, Mason developed a high fever that night. This time was even more severe than the last. He cried out in his dreams, not wanting to go in the water. I stayed up with him all night until dawn when the fever finally subsided slightly. At six in the morning, I took out the divorce agreement I'd printed long ago and signed my name. Without a moment's hesitation. At seven, sounds came from the front door. Damien had returned. Reeking of alcohol, he'd obviously gone drinking after the team-building ended. Seeing me sitting on the living room sofa, he paused, then frowned. "Sitting here first thing in the morning trying to scare people?" I stood up and placed the signed divorce agreement on the coffee table, pushing it toward him. "Sign it." Damien glanced at the document title and scoffed. He casually tossed his jacket aside, as if he'd heard the biggest joke. "Jade Wilson, what game are you playing now? Still throwing a tantrum over yesterday?" I looked at him. "I'm serious. Mason and I have had enough of this house."
Jade's POV Damien finally looked at the agreement properly. But the emotion in his eyes was anger at being challenged. "Jade Wilson, do you think I've been too lenient with you lately?" He advanced step by step. "Seven years of marriage-what have I done wrong by you? I gave you the title of Mrs. Carter. What more do you want besides making it public?" "Want love? Or want me to coddle you the way I do Clara?" He laughed coldly and picked up the agreement, tearing it in half. "If you leave the Carter family, where can you go?" I watched the torn paper scatter on the floor, my heart like still water. "That's not for Mr. Carter to worry about." I turned to go back to the room to check on Mason. Damien grabbed my wrist. "Think you can leave before we're done talking?" His grip was strong, painfully tight. Just then, a childish but angry shout came from the stairway. "Let go of my mommy!" Mason had woken up at some point. Standing on the stairs in his pajamas, he clutched a toy tightly in his hands. Damien looked up, his brow tightly furrowed. "Adults are talking. What are you interrupting for? Go back to your room." Mason didn't move. Those eyes so similar to Damien's were filled with hostility for the first time. "You're a bad person! You're bullying mommy! I don't want you as my daddy!" That sentence was like stepping on Damien's tail. He released me and strode up the stairs, looking at Mason. "What did you say? I'm a bad person? I provide your food and clothes, let you live in a big house, and this is how you talk to your father?" Mason stepped back in fear but still stubbornly held his head high. "You let that person push me in the water! You didn't save me! You're a bad daddy!" The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the empty villa. Both Mason and I froze. Damien's hand hung in midair, seemingly surprised he'd actually struck. Mason covered his face, looking at him in disbelief. Large tears rolled down but he made no sound crying. That look was one of complete disappointment and severance. I went crazy and rushed up, shoving Damien aside hard, pulling Mason tightly into my arms. "Damien Carter! Have you lost your mind?! He's only six years old!" Damien stumbled from my push, a flash of regret crossing his face, quickly covered by forced pride. "He was disrespectful first! I'm teaching him manners!" "Manners?" I trembled with rage. "Your manners mean embarrassing your son in public? Spending time with your mistress when he's sick? Hitting him?" "Jade Wilson!" Damien shouted to silence me. "Don't make it sound so ugly! What mistress? Clara is..." The doorbell rang abruptly, interrupting the argument. Damien irritably tugged at his tie and turned to go downstairs to answer the door. The door opened. Clara stood at the entrance with two suitcases, her face bright with smiles. "Damien, good morning! I'm not interrupting, am I?" She peered inside and happened to see Mason and me in our disheveled state on the stairs. She covered her mouth in surprise. "What happened? Should I not have come?" Damien's expression instantly softened. He took the suitcases from Clara's hands and stepped aside to let her in. "Why are you here so early?" Clara changed into slippers and intimately linked her arm through his. "My air conditioning broke. It's so hot. Your place is much more comfortable." Then she turned to look at me, her eyes full of provocation. "Jade, sorry to intrude. Mr. Carter said I could move in temporarily for a few days to help take care of things. You don't mind, do you?" I looked at Damien, waiting for his explanation. But he only avoided my gaze and said flatly. "Clara hasn't been well lately. I don't feel comfortable with her living alone. The house has plenty of rooms anyway. Clean up the guest room for her." "No need to clean up the guest room." Holding Mason, I descended the stairs step by step. "You can have the master bedroom. Mason and I are moving out right now."
Jade's POV Hearing I was moving out, Damien hadn't responded yet when Clara let out an exclamation first. "What are you doing? If you don't welcome me, I'll leave right now." She made a show of pulling her suitcase, tears welling in her eyes, looking as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice. Damien immediately pressed down on her hand, looking at me with furrowed brows, his eyes full of reproach. "Jade Wilson, have you made enough of a scene? Clara is just staying for a few days. Do you have to make everyone unhappy to be satisfied?" I ignored them and headed straight for the door with Mason's hand in mine. The luggage had been packed long ago, stored in the entrance cabinet. Two black suitcases containing all of Mason's and my belongings from these seven years. Pitifully few. Seeing those two cases, Damien froze for a moment. He blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? This early in the morning, where can you take the kid?" "That's not for Mr. Carter to worry about." I looked at him. "Move aside." Damien didn't budge. Instead, he laughed coldly. "Jade, you think threatening me by running away from home will work?"I understand. I'll continue translating from where the previous section ended, maintaining exact sequential order. --- "Cards?" I pulled out that supplementary card from my bag, snapped it in half right in front of him, and threw it on the ground. "Damien, I don't want your money. All these years, I've kept accounts of every cent of household expenses. Here's the ledger." I slapped a thick account book against his chest. Damien instinctively caught it and flipped it open. The pages were densely packed with spending records from the past seven years. Detailed down to every loaf of bread, every pack of tissues. Even Mason's medical expenses from each illness were separately marked as loans. His face instantly turned iron-grey. "What are you trying to say? Keeping such detailed accounts with me? What do you take me for?" "A creditor." I looked directly into his eyes. "Now the debt is cleared. Between us, only divorce remains." I pulled another divorce agreement from my bag. This was the backup copy I'd printed last night. "It doesn't matter that you tore up the other one. I have this. Damien Carter, sign it." Damien stared at that black-and-white document, his chest heaving violently. Clara stood to the side, watching this scene spiral out of control. Her eyes rolled, then she suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. "Damien, my chest hurts so much... Is my low blood sugar acting up again..." Damien's attention was instantly diverted. He caught Clara, his voice changing pitch with anxiety. "What's wrong? Did you skip breakfast? Quick, go lie down on the sofa!" Taking advantage of his distraction helping Clara, I pulled my suitcase and led Mason around them, pushing open the front door. The morning sunlight was somewhat blinding. "Stop right there!" Damien roared from behind. "Jade, if you dare walk out that door today, even if you come crawling back begging me on your knees, I'll never let you through it again!" My steps didn't falter. I only turned my head slightly. "Damien Carter, those are exactly the words I want to say to you." "From now on, even if you kneel yourself to death in front of me, I won't spare you a single glance." The door slammed shut with a bang. Mason gripped my hand tightly and looked up to ask me. "Mommy, are we really free now?" I looked at the child's face, where the swelling from the slap hadn't yet subsided, and crouched down with a pang of heartache, kissing his forehead. "Yes, Mason. We're free." Getting into the taxi, I gave an address. It was a five-star hotel in the city center. The visa and plane tickets to Switzerland still needed a week to process. We'd find a place to stay first. After settling in, I took Mason to the hotel restaurant for a meal. Mason was taking big bites of his sandwich when he suddenly asked me. "Mommy, when are we going to Switzerland?" I stroked his head. "Next week. Mommy already bought the plane tickets." "Then... can we get a cat in Switzerland?" "Of course we can." "And we won't have to see that bad person anymore?" I smiled. "Never again."
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