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    “Sweetheart, don’t let Ethan’s words get to you,” Andres said. “He is just envious of our bond, of how much I cherish you. He can’t stand to see you happy.”


    Sandra, having just defended Andres in front of Brenna and Ethan, couldn’t openly question him with them still present.


    Forcing a smile, she replied, “I’m not upset, darling. I trust youpletely. Those photos are clearly fabricated.”


    Inwardly, Andres smirked, knowing Sandra was too concerned about her image to show her true feelings in public. Despite her inner turmoil, she pretended to be calm.


    He had braced himself to cate her, but it seemed that was unnecessary.


    With a smug nce at Ethan and Brenna, he reveled in his apparent victory. “Honey, I knew you would stand by me,” he said tenderly. “What would you like to eat?”


    Though anger simmered beneath her calm facade, Sandra held it back. Her strategy now was to indulge in Andres’s wealth, selecting the priciest dishes on the menu.


    But Andres, unfazed by the cost, paid no mind to the extravagance.


    It was nearly eleven in the evening when Brenna finally returned home. Sandra arrived home at almost the same moment. No sooner had Brenna stepped into her room than Sandra knocked on her door and entered.


    “Brenna, I want to talk to you,” Sandra said with earnest sincerity.


    Brenna, however, remained aloof, her usual warmth reced by cool detachment.


    “I understand you were upset with me today,” Sandra continued, “but I’ve chosen Andres, and I want to trust him. It’s no different from the faith you ce in Mr. Mitchell.”


    Brenna folded her arms, her expression impassive. “Your decisions are yours to make. I won’t meddle in the future. Your happiness, orck thereof, is no concern of mine. If there is nothing more you want to say, leave. I need to rest.”


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    She didn’t want to waste another second on Sandra.


    Sandra, unwilling to leave without rifying her stance, didn’t give up.


    It was evident that Brenna was upset.


    Sandra couldn’t bring herself to offend the only person in the family who was genuinely good to her.


    “That is not what I meant,” she said softly. “I only wanted to share that I truly believe Andres loves me, and I’m confident we’ll have a happy future together. Even if his work requires him to socialize with women, I shouldn’t question his loyalty. Surely you understand, Brenna? Business often demands suchworking. Doesn’t Mr. Mitchell engage in simr activities?”


    She looked at Brenna with unwavering resolve, yearning for her understanding. Brenna’s lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile. “Believe whatever suits you,” she said. “I have no opinion to offer. And as for Ethan, you’re in no position to pass judgment on him.”


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