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    Ynda frowned slightly. “Brendon, what’s wrong?”


    “King is at the Lorbridge hospital. We’ll go there to track King down and convince King to treat you,” Brendon answered.


    Ynda’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? Does that mean I might no longer be gued by the illness?”


    “Yes,” Brendon replied, taking her hand. “Word is King is operating on the matriarch of the Gomez family right now. If we hurry, we can still find King, and this time, we can definitely get King to treat you.”


    “Thanks, Brendon,” Ynda said, feigning emotion as she clung tightly to his arm.


    Katie pped her hands together, her face full of delight. “That’s perfect! Once Ynda recovers, the two of you can finally hold a wedding. It’ll be twice the joy!”


    Wearing a shy smile, Ynda’s tone turned sickly sweet. “I’m finally going to be Brendon’s bride. I’m so happy.”


    “Then you’ll truly be part of the Dawson family,” Katie added warmly.


    Part of the Dawson family? Brendon couldn’t stop those words from circling through his head again and again. All at once, Christina’s face broke into his thoughts. She had once been part of the Dawson family. Yet since their divorce, she had shone like a jewel. The memory of her brilliance came rushing back, stabbing at him.


    “Brendon! Why are you staring off into space?” Katie waved her hands in front of him.


    Snapping out of his thoughts, Brendon shook his head quickly and lied smoothly. “It’s nothing. I was only considering what King might ask as payment. I need to be ready.”


    His words didn’t arouse Katie’s or Ynda’s suspicion. To them, it sounded like he was simply being thoughtful.


    “Brendon, do you think King will demand arge sum? I’m afraid…” Ynda trailed off deliberately.


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    “Set your mind at ease. No matter what it takes, I’ll see your illness cured,” Brendon replied firmly.


    “You’re far too good to me,” Ynda whispered, lowering her eyes. “Once I be Allison’s protégée, we’ll expand the Dawson Group together.”


    He pulled her into his arms, a satisfied warmth spreading through him. “Yes. We’ll carve out our own glory and make the Dawson Group stronger than ever,” he said with conviction.


    He felt Ynda was the only one who gave him unwavering devotion, standing with him no matter the storm. Yet, against his will, his thoughts strayed to Christina—the ungrateful woman who had turned cold once she secured someone better.


    He remembered coughing up blood, lying in a hospital bed for days, and how she never showed her face even once. The memory made his blood boil. The more he dwelled on it, the heavier the anger sat in his chest, so sharp that it felt like he might spit blood all over again.


    Before long, the hospital came into view.


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