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    The person didn’t stop there. They boldly tagged Brendon and Ynda in the post, forcing the truth into the spotlight.


    “Wait, what? I thought Christina was the bad guy here, the one who caused Ynda to lose her baby, but now it’s saying it was actually Ynda’s mother-inw who did it?”


    “The people who were spreading all those lies seem to be hardcore supporters of this couple. It’s seriously disgusting! How can they just invent stories to destroy someone’s reputation like that?”


    “But why are they apologizing all of a sudden? People like that don’t just grow a conscience overnight. Did someone finally put them in their ce or something?”


    Some of the people who had attacked Christina online realized they’d been lied to and had already posted apologies in thements under her social media ount.


    As for the truth about Ynda faking her pregnancy and miscarriage and ming it all on Joselyn, Christina decided not to let Dn reveal that.


    They didn’t owe Joselyn anything, so there was no reason for them to clear her name or defend her.


    Dn had gathered all the proof and sent Christina aplete copy of everything.


    She saved the evidence carefully, thinking it might be useful at some point in the future.


    Outside the vi, Dn held Christina close and said, his voice soft and concerned, “Be careful out there, okay?”


    He’d hurried back from work just so he could see her off before she left.


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    “Okay.” Christina nodded. “You take care of yourself.”


    “I will. You take care, too. By the way, Morfort Restaurant has a location in Jasgow. If you want to eat there, just go ahead. I already told the manager you might stop by,” Dn said gently.


    “Alright.” Christina hesitated for a moment, then gave him a quick kiss before reluctantly getting into the car.


    Dn stood there watching the car pull away and disappear down the road, a deep sense of longing washing over him.


    Suddenly, worries started flooding his mind. Would she eat properly? Would she get enough sleep? Would anyone bother her or give her trouble while she was in Jasgow?


    “Mr. Scott, Miss Jones is already pretty far away now,” Edwin pointed out gently.


    Dn shifted his attention to Edwin. “Arrange for extra security to follow her. Make sure they stay out of sight.”


    “Absolutely, sir!” Edwin agreed, barely containing his excitement.


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