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The past days were spent helping the villagers restore their houses and livelihood. Lance was exhausted but he is not one to stop when other's needed help. Besides, no one was willing to give a hand to them except for a few—he, Amelia, and her servants and some other gentries who donated money. Amelia was present every day, helping in any way she could. Their talk the last time was not followed since they are occupied with work. He appreciates her help since he remembers when he asked her to donate the clothes she is making to the poor, she was firm on not disobeying her father. But she has come now and that is what matters. From time to time, he always caught her looking and when their eyes met, she would smile as if it had been a usual thing for her to do. He was not used to it but it