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    After handling William’s discharge from the hospital, Ynda personally drove him back to the orphanage.


    As she was about to leave, William held her hand tight and said, “Ynda, is everything okay between you and Charles? You two hardly spend any time together these days. If anything’s making you unhappy, just let me know. If it gets too much, we can call it quits–it’s perfectly fine to live on your own. Don’t feel like you have to stay with a man just for the sake of it.”


    Ynda’s eyes grew red on the spot. Living in this circle, she’d felt all too clearly the malice toward women- especially since she was a Grant.


    William had devoted most of his life to the orphanage and never really understood how women thought. Back when Athena was still around, she’d be the one Ynda confided in.


    Athena had plenty of her own ideas.


    Back then, Ynda was always chasing after Charles, never trying to hide the way she looked at him–so obviously in love. Athena would hold her hand and say seriously, “That boy doesn’t seem the type to settle down with anyone. Ynda, you have to look out for yourself. Love isn’t always enough. If something ever feels wrong, it’s best to get out while you still can.”


    The elders always had razor–sharp insight into people–a talent that meant Ynda and Charles’s fate was sealed long before they even realized it.


    But at the time, Ynda didn’t buy it. She thought that marrying Charles would mean he’d be hers, but he kept chasing women outside their marriage, one after another. He wouldn’t even let her nurse her heartbreak -just ruthlessly tore away fifteen years of love without a second thought.


    All those years of Athena’s guidance, and she’d let her down in the end.


    Ynda dropped hershes, schooling her face into a perfect, unbreakable smile–no cracks, no hint of pain. “Don’t worry, William. The minute everything’s settled, I’ll file for divorce,” she promised, resolute on the inside though calm on the surface.


    If she tried to break free now, the Grant family would never let her go. The pressure from them was suffocating.


    Renee and the Andrade manor would be just as ruthless. For now, being Charles’s wife was the only shield she had–no matter how flimsy, it was all that stood between her and a storm.


    As she was about to leave, Ynda noticed Joey peeking out timidly from behind a tree. He called out in a small, shy voice, “Aunt Ynda, thank you for bringing Grandpa William back.”


    A smile tugged at Ynda’s lips, her heart nearly melting from the sweetness.


    “No need to thank me, Joey. You must’ve really missed Grandpa William, right? Come on, go join everyone inside,” she replied warmly.


    Just as she was about to get in the car, she spotted a vehicle in the distance suddenly floor it–like a maniac- ande barreling straight for her.


    Bang!


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    The car must’ve lost control, because it crushed half her front bumper, then veered off crazily in Joey’s


    direction.


    The edge of the car mmed into her thigh, blood blossoming instantly–but Ynda didn’t have a second to care. Her eyes darted to where Joey was standing.


    The car crashed straight into the orphanage wall.


    Ynda went paper–white and hurried over, only to see Renee mber out of the car, barely keeping her footing.


    Her face was twisted in a harsh snarl, eyes shing with a toxic hatred.


    Renee spat, “Ynda, if it hadn’t been for you, I never would’ve lost a finger! Now everyone’s going to mock me–all because of you. I swear, I won’t ever forgive you for this!”


    Renee was clearly losing it.


    Ynda rushed over to Joey, who’d just been knocked aside by the crash, scooped him up, and hurried him into the car. Her hands were shaking badly as she tried to start the engine.


    Renee, still decked out in her high–end dress, scrambled onto the hood, blocking Ynda from leaving. She shrieked, “If that kid dies, so what? I wish it had been you instead!”


    “Ynda, why did you have to marry into our family? You made my brother sick of me, made me a cripple! I swear, I really hate you!”


    She still obsessed over the finger she’d lost because of Ynda, desperate to ruin anyone connected with her.


    Ynda cradled Joey in her arms and mmed a hand down on the horn, her voice shaking: “Renee, move it! Let me get Joey to the hospital, now!”


    Renee arched an eyebrow, all smug and defiant. “Go ahead, hit me if you dare! I’d love to see if the Sinirs or Grants let you walk out of that mess alive.”


    Renee only got cockier, like she basically owned the world–she’d never had to eat defeat twice from anyone. And now this humiliation wasing from some girl who used to moon over her brother? ‘No way am I swallowing this. Not ever,’ she seethed to herself.


    Ynda threw the car in reverse, then mmed forward, sideswiping Renee with a brutal crunch before tearing out of there.


    Renee’s leg broke with a sickening snap, but she stayed on her feet, standing there and screaming curses at Ynda.


    Ynda’s mind was eerily calm as she rushed into the hospital with Joey in her arms.


    But Joey never even made it into the emergency room. The nurse took one look, barely hesitated, and shook


    her head.


    “There’s nothing we can do. Start making arrangements for him,” she said, voice t.


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    She sank into a chair, her clothes stained with blood, while her phone just kept ringing and ringing.


    Ynda stayed there until nightfall, totally lost, not sure what to do with herself. Her phone was blowing up, practically ready to shut off from all the calls.


    She blinked away the sting in her eyes and picked up when William finally called.


    His voice trembled on the other end. “How’s Joey?”


    Ynda tried to speak, but her throat was so tight, she couldn’t get a word out.


    William was silent for a long time on the other end–finally, his voice came through, soft and shaky: “I know, Ynda. I know.”


    Ynda shut her eyes and let herself slump back into the chair. The blood on her hands was dry now, leaving only the sharp, coppery tang clinging to her skin.


    Joey’s body was taken to the morgue, and as Ynda walked out of the hospital, she spotted Charles and May stepping out of a luxury car.


    May was trembling with rage, her hand raised toward Ynda’s face, ready to p her.


    Ynda, who would never have defended herself before, grabbed May’s wrist before she could strike.


    May’s chest heaved with anger. “You’ve got some nerve, breaking Renee’s leg! You and Charles are getting a divorce–right now!”


    Ynda’s eyes lingered on Charles, exhaustion and determination mingling in her gaze.


    Charles stepped forward, gently cing his hands on May’s shoulders. “Mom, let’s go check on Renee first,” he said, trying to calm her down.


    May red at Ynda like she was her worst enemy.


    “Wife, go home,” Charles said, his voice cold as ice.


    He still used the word “wife,” but there was zero warmth in his tone.


    Ynda could tell he was truly angry now.


    Back at Moonbay Estate, Ynda took a shower, but when everything went quiet, she couldn’t sleep. Shey there, nerves still raw, haunted as if the blood refused to wash off her skin.


    She scrubbed herself three separate times, but the sticky, metallic stench of blood just wouldn’t let go.


    The scrape on her thigh burned fiercer with the hot water, the pain sharp, like acid biting into her skin.


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    Her mind was numb, struggling to ept how Joey’s body had slowly grown cold in her arms.


    She lost track of time, only to notice someone quietly standing at the doorway.


    Charles turned on the bedroom light and slowly sat down at the edge of the bed.


    He reached over, letting his fingertips brush her cheek–‘She must’ve cried herself raw, he thought, feeling at stab of sympathy. Then, softly, he asked, “Have you been crying?”


    Ynda stayed quiet, listening as he said, “The Sinir family gave the orphanage <i>600 </i>thousand. That kid had no parents, so I tried to convince William to handle things privately.”


    There was a mark on his face, like he’d been hit–probably from his meeting with William, which clearly hadn’t gone well.


    William had always been good to every kid at the orphanage. If it weren’t for him and Athena’s protection, none of those children would’ve grown up safe.


    During the holidays, he’d always bring presents, and everyone would get together to make dumplings.


    Charles had evene with Ynda once, back when Joey gave him a handmade puzzle as a gift.


    But Charles probably never gave it a second thought–he couldn’t even remember Joey if you asked him. That kid was just background noise to him.


    After all, even ying the loving couple with her was nothing but a performance. Everything between them was strictly for show.


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