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    Ste lowered her gaze, her expression unreadable. After a pause, she finally said, “So you can’t deal with Bryan yourself and n toy the burden on me?”


    “‘This isn’t about that; it’s about protecting the Dawson family’s reputation. He’s your grandson, after all, so I’m sure you can figure out how to handle the matter,” Amoura said with a slight smile.


    Arnoura imed to be doing this for the reputation of the Dawson family.


    She believed things were starting to swing in her favor.


    She casually brushed her hair aside and exchanged a knowing look with Presley, both wearing satisfied smiles. “There is a solution,” Ste admitted, her voice tinged with resignation. “But are you certain you want to hear it?” Without hesitation, Amoura responded, “As long as Presley can be assured of a ce in your family, we’ll listen. Even if she has to put up with a few hardships, she’ll be nothing but respectful to you once she’s a member of the Dawson family.”


    “You want to be a member of my family?” Ste’s eyes  shifted toward Presley. “Tell me, Presley, is that really all you want? Would you be open topensation instead  Presley immediately shook her head. “No, I don’t want anypensation.”


    After hearing Presley’s response, Ste pulled her gaze back, a flicker of disdain in her eyes. “Fine, then. I’ll make the call. You can be a member of the Dawson family.” “You’ve made the right decision,” Amoura said, gesturing to Presley, who swiftly took her seat next to Ste, After hesitating for a brief moment, Presley gently grabbed Ste’s arm and assured her, “Don’t worry. Once I be your granddaughter-inw, I’ll take good care of you.”


    Ste quickly withdrew her arm, her frown deepening. “You will not be my granddaughter-inw!” Hearing this, Presley turned to Amoura with a puzzled expression.


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    Amoura seemed equally confused. “Mrs. Dawson, what are you talking about?”


    Ste gestured to the family photos hanging on the wall and said to Presley, “Why don’t you go over there and take a closer look?”


    Presley, still confused, got up and walked over to the photos.


    The photos showed several family portraits of the Dawsons, from Bryan’s grandfather’s generation to Brandon’s.


    Z was in two of them.


    “The first picture on the left, the man in the middle standing next to me, that’s Bryan’s grandfather. In the eighth picture, the man standing behind Bryan’s grandfather is my son, Brandon. And the one next to him? That’s the ungrateful person we’ve been taking care of all these years.” Ste spoke at a deliberate pace, her eyes darting over to gauge Amoura’s reaction.


    Amoura stiffened slightly but said nothing, so Ste calmly walked over to Presley and pointed to the pictures. “So tell me – who are you going to marry? If it’s Brandon, you’ll be my daughter-inw. If you want to marry Bryan’s grandfather… That’s okay too. I’ll even allow you to be buried with my husband and me someday, and the Dawson family will take care of you. How does that < sound?"


    Presley''s face went pale in an instant.


    Amoura shot up from her seat and said angrily, "What on earth are you saying? You expect her, a young woman, to marry someone who is already dead?"


    "What''s wrong with that?" Ste replied. "That way she will still be given immeasurable honor. She will also be well provided for in herter years."


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