This time, the ones picked were Olivia and Ghania. Nadia asked, "Who do you love the most?" Their answers surprised everyone. Olivia went first. Without even thinking, she said, "I love Nat the most." Cassian lifted his gaze and gave her a calm, unreadable look. Olivia suddenly felt a chill crawl up her spine. She forced an awkward smile and quickly explained, "Mr. Holland, don't take it the wrong way! Love comes in many forms. My love for Nat is pure—nothing romantic at all!" Everyone burst out laughing. When the laughter died down, Olivia continued seriously, "If you'd asked me this before, I would've had to think about it. My parents, my husband, my baby ... I wouldn't know who to pick. "But that old Olivia is gone. The person I am now exists because of Nat. The person I am today—my rebirth, my friend, my family—it's all because of her." Natalie hadn't expected that answer. But when she met Olivia's sincere eyes, she suddenly felt that yes—this was exactly how Olivia would respond. They exchanged a knowing smile. People often say, when someone truly loves you, you can feel it. In her past life, Natalie didn't understand that. She'd treated Braxton and Tiffany as real friends, offering them genuine trust and warmth. Looking back now, she realized why. After losing her mom and grandparents, she'd never experienced true love or friendship again. She hadn't known that kind of love—the kind that burns so warm you can feel it. It's not about actions or tiny details. It's about that fiery sincerity you sense deep inside. Just like she'd never doubted Cassian's love for her, Olivia's feelings were just as real and clear. Natalie smiled softly. She thanked heaven for giving her another chance—one filled with love, friendship, warmth, and a home. When Olivia finished, it was Ghania's turn. Before she could answer, Harold jumped in, grinning. "Oh, that's easy. My mom definitely loves me the most!" But Ghania spoke at almost the same time—and her answer was completely different. "I love myself the most." The room went silent again. No one had expected that. Harold blinked, scratching his head awkwardly. "Wait, what? Not me?" Even Natalie looked surprised. After all, Ghania's affection for Harold was obvious to everyone. Most people believed mothers were selfless—willing to give up everything for their children. That kind of unconditional sacrifice was practically a given. So Ghania's answer shocked them all. She smiled and glanced at Harold. "Relax, sweetheart. You are the one I love the most ... besides myself, of course." Then she reached out and ruffled his hair like a little boy's. "I love myself most, and that's exactly why I had you." Nadia popped a snack into her mouth. "That sounds like there's a story behind it, Ghania."Harold leaned forward eagerly. "Yeah, Mom, tell us!" Ghania laughed. Her story was simple—it fit in a single line. She lived to make herself happy. When she was young, she had a steady, respectable job back home—one that made her parents proud. Because she was well-mannered and attractive, many families wanted her to marry their sons. But she rejected every single one of them. Against her parents' wishes, she quit that respectable job she didn't even like and decided to leave home to chase her own path. Her parents were furious. They told her she was wasting her life. Her mother even claimed she was so angry and worried that she couldn't sleep at night. So, for three nights in a row, Ghania snuck into her parents' bedroom at midnight—only to find them snoring. Each time, she woke them up and asked, "Didn't you say you couldn't sleep?" Eventually, she packed up and left anyway. Despite all the disapproval, she took a job she actually enjoyed. A few years later, she did quite well for herself. Along the way, she met Harold's dad, fell in love, and got married. Everyone believed a woman as capable and ambitious as Ghania was destined for great things. Her family—and even her husband—expected her to keep climbing, to become "truly successful" in the world's eyes, and maybe even lift their whole family to a higher status. But instead, Ghania decided she wanted to have a child while she was still young. It wasn't because her parents or in-laws were pressuring her. It wasn't even to give her husband a "symbol of love." She simply wanted a child—for herself.Her career was taking off, and everyone said having a baby now was a terrible idea.