?Chapter 968:


    At once, L stepped forward to support Margot.


    “You’ll be staying in Lorbridge for a while; Chloe will rely on you for care. Do make sure you both enjoy yourselves,” Margot said, ncing back at Christina. Christina nodded, moving as if she wanted to support Margot, but her offer was gently refused.


    As L guided Margot away, Christina lowered her gaze to the jade bracelet glimmering on her wrist.


    In Margot, Christina glimpsed the shadow of Bethel—both women had shown her rare kindness. It felt almost like family, though there was no blood between them.


    Just as Christina was about to sit down again and enjoy a moment of stillness, a cheerful voice rang out. “Guess what good news I’ve brought for you?” Robin’s lively tone filled the sunroom as he strolled in, pouring himself a cup of tea with practiced ease. “Hmm, excellent tea! Margot must be especially fond of you, bringing out her finest leaves just to serve you. She’s never offered me such an honor!”<fn71c1> This content belongs to find[?]ovel</fn71c1>


    When Robin spoke, there was still a faint trace of jealousy lingering in his voice. It passed quickly, however, as his attention shifted entirely to the news he intended to share.


    His gaze followed Christina’s back with eagerness. “Hey, don’t keep me waiting—just take a guess!”


    The sunlight broke through the clouds, scattering across Christina’s frame, bathing her silhouette in a soft glow as though she radiated her own light.


    Robin wasn’t the least bit surprised that Christina could so easily win Margot’s affection. To Robin, Christina could be infuriating beyond measure, yet she deserved admiration from anyone who truly saw her.


    Christina turned, settling back into her seat with poise, and casually lifted a dainty pastry as if nothing in the world could ruffle her calm. “No clue.”


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    Robin, unfazed, leaned in with mischief. “Well, word is your ex-husband is coughing up blood again—ha-ha!”


    “What does his spitting blood have to do with you? And why are youughing as if it’s the funniest thing in the world?” Christina shot him a nce.


    Robin smothered his chuckle and then retorted, “I’mughing for your sake, you know…”


    His words faltered as his eyes suddenly caught on the jade bracelet adorning her wrist. His brows knitted tightly. Why did that bracelet strike him as so familiar?


    He thought for a moment, and then realization struck him like lightning. Wasn’t this the Scott family’s ancestral jade bracelet? Why was Christina wearing it? Did she intend to marry Dn? This bracelet was reserved exclusively for thedy of the Scott household—the future mistress of the family.


    “Tell me, do you have a crush on Dn? Do you want to marry into the Scott family?” Robin asked in a low, muffled voice.


    His heart pounded violently, and for the first time, he felt a surge of nervousness unlike anything before. A storm of emotions swirled inside him—an aggravation he could not untangle, gnawing away without clear reason.


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