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    “Brendon, what should we do now?” Ynda whispered nervously, clinging to his arm.


    “Let’s go,” Brendon muttered, gripping her hand and turning to leave.


    Dn’s cold voice rang out. “Stop.”


    Brendon paused, jaw clenched, and then turned around, his anger barely contained. “What now? What more do you want?”


    “You haven’t apologized to Miss Jones yet,” Dn said tly, his voice leaving no room for argument.


    Brendon’s face twisted with resentment. But he knew that going up against Dn now would be a losing battle. Swallowing his pride, he turned toward Christina. She stood quietly, her expression unreadable, calm in a way that only fueled his frustration. She was merely relying on Dn’s support. It was her luck to be the Scott family’s caregiver. Still, he had no choice but to apologize to her.


    “I’m sorry,” Brendon said through clenched teeth, bowing deeply in Christina’s direction.


    Ynda stood rigidly, unwilling to apologize. Apologize? To Christina? The very thought was unbearable.


    But Edwin wasn’t known for patience. Without warning, he lifted his leg and delivered a sharp kick to Ynda’s calf. She stumbled, gasping in pain.


    Ynda stumbled forward as a sharp kicknded behind her knee, forcing her to drop to the floor and kneel before Christina.


    “Well, look at that,” Christina said with a faint smile. “Now that’s a proper apology.”


    Fury surged through Ynda. She hadn’t knelt out of remorse—that vile secretary had just kicked her. But even as anger burned inside her, she bit her tongue. One wrong word, and she might get pped again.


    “You should apologize now,” Edwin said coolly, his tone calm but firm.


    Ynda swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.


    Christina gave her a dismissive nce. “That’ll do. You can leave.”


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    Brendon’s expression darkened. He stepped forward, helped Ynda up, and cast a cold re at Christina before turning on his heel and walking out with his bodyguards.


    Christina turned toward Bethel and asked gently, “Bethel, I hope you’re not upset with me.”


    “Of course not, child,” Bethel said, her voice kind. “Brendon was in the wrong. He hurt you first. He brought this on himself.”


    Sitting nearby, Dn quietly listened. Bethel’s words brought him a rare sense of relief. At least someone in the Dawson family could see things clearly. And Bethel wasn’t just anyone—she had once saved Christina’s life. That alone earned her his respect.


    Still, something nagged at Dn. Did Christina still have lingering feelings for Brendon? Otherwise, why hadn’t she refuted Ynda’s words just now? Ynda had twice used her of still loving Brendon, and both times, Christina hadn’t denied it. Was her silence a quiet confirmation?


    The idea stirred something unpleasant in Dn’s chest. After all the humiliation Christina had suffered at Brendon’s hands, did she still care for him? They had been married for several years, after all. It seemed that her feelings for him would not dissipate so easily.


    Dn’s jaw tensed as he racked his mind for a way to erase Brendon from her heart.


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