?Chapter 793:


    At the thought of her adoptive parents, a sh of rage ignited in Dn’s eyes. Christina had been far too merciful—she’d only reimed all her shares in the Jones Group instead ofpletely dismantling the three vile Joneses. If it had been anyone else, the trio wouldn’t have been able to make up for their wrongs in ten lifetimes.


    Christina stirred slightly in his embrace, her brow knitting together as a faint whimper slipped from her lips.


    That fragile sound yanked Dn out of his rage in an instant. He looked down at her, his eyes softening with unspoken affection, so full of tenderness that it was enough to melt steel. “Don’t be afraid. We’ll soon arrive at the hospital.” Dn’s voice was low, and he began humming “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”—the luby she used to y.


    His deep, velvety tone wove through the quiet air, wrapping around her like a warm nket.


    Little by little, Christina’s tension eased—his voice seemed to reach the corners of her soul that nothing else could touch.


    During the ride to the hospital, Dn never let her go.


    The driver stayed focused on the road. Christina couldn’t afford to be hurt.


    Inside a private VIP suite, Dn sat at Christina’s bedside, her hand nestled tightly in his.


    Her fever had finally subsided, and a peaceful calm washed over her face. But that stubborn little furrow between her brows stayed, as if the ghosts of her nightmares hadn’t quite left.


    The torment Christina had gone through had carved scars deep into her mind—wounds she hadn’t been able to escape.


    Dn lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips gently across her brow, repeating the motion with quiet patience.


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    Atst, her expression softened, and the heaviness in his chest began to lift. He gave her corbone a light pat, his voice warm and soothing. “Sleep well now. I’m right here watching over you. No one can hurt you.”


    Maybe those words reached Christina, because she finally drifted off into a restful slumber. A momentter, a faint smile curled her lips.


    Seeing that, Dn’s face lit up. She had finally escaped the nightmare—and slipped into a dream worth holding onto.


    Morning arrived. Christina rolled overzily, still half-asleep—until her elbow bumped into something solid.


    She jolted upright, eyes wide and alert, ready to defend herself. Then, she saw who it was—Dn, asleep at the edge of the bed. Wait… What was he doing in her room? No, hold on. This wasn’t her room at all. She looked around and realized—it was a hospital room.


    Bits and pieces from the night before starteding back to her. She remembered feeling feverish, staggering out of her room for medicine in a daze. As soon as she opened the door and stepped out, she’d lost consciousness and had no memory of what happened afterward.


    While she was still trying to piece it all together, Dn stirred beside her. “Morning,” he said softly. “You feeling okay?” His tone was gentle as he reached out and checked her forehead without hesitation.


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