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    Tears began to pool in Ynda’s eyes as she clung to Brendon’s hand, stopping him from calling the police. Her voice trembled. “I know you care about me, but it’s just a small injury. It’s not worth creating a rift over this.”


    Letting out a shaky breath, she added, “I don’t want to hold Christina responsible. Please, Brendon, listen to me for once. With everything going on in the Dawson family, it’s not wise to make things worse.”


    Every time Ynda put the Dawson family’s situation first, Brendon’s sympathy for her grew deeper, and he wanted to protect her even more. In his mind, Ynda was everything a man could hope for—caring, considerate, and the perfect partner. He quietly promised himself that he would never let her down, no matter what happened.


    “Christina, consider yourself lucky. Since Ynda has chosen not to pursue this, I will let it go for the time being,” Brendon remarked coldly.


    Right after he spoke, a captivating but chilling voice rang out without warning.


    “Whoever did something wrong must be held responsible.”


    Dn stepped forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow and radiating quiet authority. A cold, razor-sharp glint filled his gaze, cutting straight through Ynda and the Dawsons.


    The air seemed to grow heavier, and Ynda and the Dawsons found themselves almost holding their breath in his presence. They hadn’t expected Dn to show up here.


    Trevor, who had just returned from abroad, was still in the dark about the connection between Dn and Christina. He approached Dn, wearing an eager smile. “Mr. Scott! What an unexpected pleasure—truly an honor to see you here.”


    With those words, he offered a handshake.


    A cold indifference colored Dn’s features. He barely nced at Trevor before slipping his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored ck suit, every detail emphasizing his striking appearance.


    On Dn’s chiseled frame and with his devastating good looks, the suit looked like something out of a high-end fashion ad.


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    Trevor’s hand hung in the air for a moment. Realizing the brush-off, he struggled to y it cool. A flicker of resentment shed within him, but he didn’t dare show it. He just kept smiling. Pulling his hand back, he forced an awkward chuckle. “So, Mr. Scott, what brings you by today?”


    Dn didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re all here to hold Christina responsible, aren’t you? Let’s settle it—right now.”


    Except for Trevor, the Dawsons and Ynda exchanged confused looks, uncertain what Dn really intended. Was Dn really turning his back on Christina—the caregiver working for his family—and siding with the Dawsons? No one dared to ask outright, though the question buzzed between them.


    Trevor, meanwhile, could hardly contain his delight. His chest puffed up with self-importance. “Yes, exactly! Mr. Scott is right—she has to face the consequences for her actions!”


    With Dn appearing to support the Dawson family, Trevor feltpletely invincible.


    Ynda couldn’t stop fidgeting, her eyes darting everywhere except toward Dn. A sense of unease crept up. Dn never struck her as the type to pick sides, especially not the Dawson family’s or hers.


    A smug chuckle escaped from Katie. “Christina, even Mr. Scott’s with us today. Who’s going to bail you out now?”


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