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    As the tension built, Brannon mmed his fist onto the table, the sound cutting through the room like a whip. “Everyone, quiet!” Instantly, the room fell silent.


    Brannon’s voice rang out, steady andmanding. “We adhere to thew here. You have two choices: we proceed with official channels and pursue criminal charges against Corrine, or we settle this privately and negotiatepensation.”


    The elderly woman cut him off, her voice like gravel. “There’s no easy way out!”


    Her crude behavior made Brannon take a step back, unwilling to engage further with such a vtile presence.


    With a sneer, she continued, “My son lies in aa, and you think money can fix this? No! We’ll sue, we’ll demand criminal charges, and we’ll seek fullpensation!”


    Others quickly joined her in agreement.


    “Our family depends on my husband’s ie. How will we survive with him in such a state?” one woman cried.


    “My brother’s elderly mother and young child depend on him. How will he care for them with a broken arm?” another added.


    The usations swarmed around Corrine like a rising storm. Andromache and Leah exchanged cold nces, a sneer barely concealed in their eyes.


    Corrine was finished. These people wouldn’t show her an ounce of mercy. If they pushed for charges, prison was the least of her worries. Once Corrine was behind bars, they would make sure she never saw the light of day again.


    Finally, Corrine spoke, her voice calm and unwavering. “Those who are truly guilty should pay. But you’re seekingpensation from the wrong person.”


    The elderly woman’s re could have burned through ss. “What do you mean? You just admitted to the assault, didn’t you? Are you going to deny it now?”


    Corrine said nothing, her gaze momentarily shifting to the clock on the wall.


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    Seeing her silence, Leah’s patience snapped. “Corrine, the evidence is undeniable. You can’t deny it.”


    Corrine’s lips curled into the faintest smile. “Why the rush?”


    Leah’s frown deepened as she noticed something unsettling in Corrine’s expression—a subtle but undeniable shift that made her skin crawl. Something wasn’t right.


    Andromache sighed deeply, her voice soft but firm. “Nate, why don’t you try talking to Miss Hond? Tell her that holding out now is pointless. In situations like this, she has to set aside her stubbornness, apologize, and agree to their demands—it’s the only way out. Do you really want her to face jail time? A record like that would follow her for the rest of her life, leaving a permanent stain. There’s no erasing it.”


    Nate raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and quiet defiance, his lips curling into a barely noticeable smirk. “Oh, is that so?” His calm demeanor caused Andromache to frown.


    Her initial thought that Nate had rushed back for Corrine’s sake seemed uncertain now. His attitude didn’t match the urgency of his return. Could she have been wrong?


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