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    Christina let her gaze wander casually—and that’s when she sensed it. There had to be something hidden in Katie’s bag.


    Ynda, too, seemed ready to nudge Bethel to leave, but she remained silent in the end. She knew Bethel never warmed to her, and urging her to leave might only cause more trouble.


    “No need to rush. Since I’m already here, I’d like to spend more time with Christina,” Bethel said, clearly unwilling to leave just yet.


    “But your health isn’t great, and the doctor said you needed plenty of rest,” Katie insisted.


    That’s when Joselyn noticed Katie’s unusual behavior.


    “Bethel, how about Katie and Ynda head back first? I’ll stay with you,” Joselyn suggested smoothly, shing a smile as she tried to give Katie and Ynda an opportunity to slip away.


    Bethel thought it over for a moment before replying, “You all go ahead. I’ll stay a little longer, and Christina can send me home afterward.”<fn2733> Newest update provided by Find★Novel</fn2733>


    “Alright then.” Joselyn agreed without hesitation. She knew Christina wouldn’t harm Bethel. If Bethel’s health took a turn, they could always me Christina. In doing so, they might even force her hand to sell the painting. Feeling that everything was going smoothly, Katie let out a quiet sigh of relief and exchanged a nce with Ynda.


    But just as the three of them reached the door, a sharp voice rang out behind them. “Stop right there!”


    They jumped at the sound, but once they realized it wasn’t Christina’s voice, they rxed slightly. Turning around, they saw a servant staring straight at them.


    “Ms. Jones,” Aylin said respectfully to Christina, “I have something to report.”


    “Go ahead,” Christina replied, raising an eyebrow.


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    Aylin pointed directly at Katie and Ynda and announced in a loud, clear voice, “They’re thieves. They stole from you.”


    The color drained from Katie’s and Ynda’s faces in an instant.


    At that moment, Joselyn finally understood their desperation to leave. They hadn’t found the painting—but they had stolen something else.


    Joselyn had a strong suspicion that her daughter was the one who had stolen something. Like a furious lioness poised to defend her cub, she shot Aylin a sharp re and barked, “How dare you use us like that? You’ll regret ever saying such a thing!”


    Cursing under her breath, Joselyn lunged forward, her hand raised, ready to strike Aylin across the face. In her eyes, Aylin was just a servant—how dared she speak so boldly against properdies?


    Though fear surged through Aylin, she didn’t move an inch—she neither dodged nor resisted. She closed her eyes, bracing for the p, but the expected blow never came.


    When Aylin opened her eyes, she found Christina standing before her, firmly clutching Joselyn’s wrist withmanding poise.


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