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    “Bethel,” she greeted softly, a gentle smile lighting her face as she stepped forward and took Bethel’s hand.


    Bethel’s brows drew together, worry flickering across her expression. “What… what happened between you two?”


    She meant Dn and Christina. Dn had promised her he’d treat Christina well. So why was Christina suddenly being cklisted in the industry? He had always seemed like a decent, responsible man. Had her old eyes deceived her after all?


    “It’s nothing,” Christina replied lightly, smiling as she assumed Bethel was referring to her and Brendon.


    Bethel’s grip on her hand tightened. “Then why is he cklisting you? How could he be so heartless?”


    “Oh, you mean that.” Christina’s smile deepened, her tone calm and reassuring. “That’s just a rumor, Bethel. We’re perfectly fine, so please don’t worry.”


    “Just a rumor?” Bethel asked again, still uneasy.


    “Yes,” Christina said, giving her hand a gentle pat. “Bethel, I wouldn’t lie to you. In a few days, we’re even nning to go to Kitaso together to handle some matters.”


    “That’s a relief,” Bethel breathed, her shoulders rxing. “When are you leaving?”


    “The exact date isn’t set yet, but I’ll let you know ahead of time,” Christina said warmly.


    Bethel sighed inwardly. It was clear her grandson hadpletely lost his chance. Though a faint regret lingered, it was quickly reced by genuine joy for Christina.


    Knowing that she had found someone dependable—someone who truly cherished her—brought Bethel immensefort. When her time eventually came, she could leave this world with peace in her heart. It was, after all, the Dawson family’s loss—and her grandson’s greatest failure—that he hadn’t known how to treasure such a remarkable woman.


    “Alright,” Bethel said atst, smiling faintly.


    That evening, Dn’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing. One after another, everyone close to him—and who also knew Christina—called to demand an exnation about the cklist.


    He had already promised Christina that he wouldn’t rify anything publicly, choosing instead to let the rumors spiral and see who was spreading them. So, to every caller, his tone remained cold and upromising. He told them the same thing each time—that it was his right to cklist whoever he pleased, and no one had any say in the matter.


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    As expected, he was being dragged through the mud. Even his sister, who was vacationing abroad, called just to scold him—and when he ignored her, she bombarded him with furious texts. He blocked her for some peace, but momentster, the calls starteding from new numbers.


    Dn didn’t get angry. He didn’t even look frustrated. He just handled it all in silence, unbothered.


    But that night, when he video-called Christina, the stern fa?ade melted away entirely. His expression softened into one of pure misery, pitiful as a wronged puppy.


    Hearing hisints, Christina couldn’t hold back herughter.


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