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| "He didn't abandon me after all?" she murmured, holding the proof in her hands that Woodrow Rutherford had loved her to his last dying breath. "Woodrow . . . Woodrow willed his riches to me? Oh, can it be true? My dear Woodrow loved me so much? And he . . . he is dead?" |

| "Woodrow Rutherford contracted an illness aboard ship on his voyage from Australia to England," Reginald said, his eyes sad. "On his death bed, after receiving his title of Baronet and an immeasurable inheritance, he summoned me, his attorney and a man he could trust, to his bedside. There he dictated his will to me. He left everything but his lands and title to you." |

| He cleared his throat nervously as he raked his eyes over Sasha. "I promised the baronet that I would deliver the news to you personally," he continued. "I apologize for the length of time that it took me to find you." |

| Sasha was speechless. She was so grateful to know that Woodrow had never truly abandoned her. He had loved her all along! He had been true to his promise to her! |

| A keen sense of loneliness swept over her at the thought that Woodrow was dead and she had not been there to comfort him in his sickness. And while he was dying, she had been cursing him! If only she had known! |

| Then another thought seized her. She was rich! Her eyes widened as she looked at the large bag of money, then up at the attorney. She could hardly believe it when he took her hand and placed the heavy bag in it. |

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