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    With that thought, Katie turned her re on Christina, her eyes filled with fury. She couldn’t understand how Christina had convinced Bethel to part with the Dawson estate. But whatever trick it was, she had to undo it and reim what should never have been given away.


    Brendon noticed Ynda was already on the verge of tears, her face scrunched with grievance, and his expression darkened even more. “Grandma, how could you say that? Clearly, you’re the one ying favorites. If you treated everyone fairly, we wouldn’t beining!”


    Bethel let out a scoff at his words and promptly smacked his thigh with the end of her cane.


    “Ouch!” Brendon yelped, clearly caught off guard, pain shing across his face as a wave of fury surged through him. He shouted, “Grandma! What was that for?”


    “I want to knock some damn sense into that thick skull of yours. You’re such a hopeless fool—you can’t even tell who’s really looking out for you,” Bethel muttered coldly, shooting him a sharp, unimpressed nce.


    “I’m sorry. This is all my fault,” Ynda choked, clutching onto Brendon’s sleeve as she made a mock attempt to calm him. “Please let it go. I’m fine. Let’s not upset your grandma—it could affect her health.”


    “People walk all over you because you keep letting them,” Brendon said with a sigh, shaking his head with pity.


    To him, Ynda was just too softhearted—always thinking of others before herself. That was exactly why he felt so protective of her. If he didn’t stand up for her, she’d only end up getting hurt even more.


    “You guys should leave now. Stop disturbing my time with Christina,” Bethel snapped. She was seething inside, furious that her two grandchildren had foolishly fallen into Ynda’s maniption without even realizing it. If they were just a bit smarter and less biased, they would surely notice Christina’s brilliance.


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    “Grandma, please think about what I told you about the painting. It’s for the sake of the Dawson Group. You don’t want all those efforts to crumble into dust, do you?” Brendon pleaded, desperate.<fn3b4e> The rightful source is find·novel</fn3b4e>


    Bethel rejected him without hesitation. “There’s nothing to consider. I won’t force Christina to give up the painting. She acquired it with her own money, and she has every right to it. No one—absolutely no one—can take that from her. Not even me.”


    Bethel’s voice was firm and unwavering, making it clear that Christina’s choices were her own, and she wouldn’t be coerced or guilt-tripped.


    No matter how many times Brendon begged or tried to reason with Bethel, she wouldn’t budge. She had already made one grave mistake by pushing Brendon into marrying Christina in the past. She refused to let Christina be mistreated again.


    “Grandma, don’t you want to see the Dawson Group flourish again? You and Grandpa poured your blood and soul into thispany…” Brendon tried once more, his tone softening as he invoked memories of herte husband.


    But Bethel had long since released herself from those emotional chains. She had loved her husband dearly, and for a long time, she had let herself be swayed whenever her grandchildren brought up his name. They knew it was her weak spot, and they used it to push her into makingpromises. But not anymore. She had finally learned to let go.


    Now, Bethel hade to ept that her descendants had been a total disappointment,cking the ability to lead the Dawson Group forward, so she decided to let gopletely. She believed that everything happened for a reason. She wouldn’t force things anymore. Instead, she foundfort in letting life unfold, content with the knowledge that her descendants would discover their own paths.


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