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    “It wasn’t Lorraine who saved Mrs. Miller back then,” Christina said evenly. “Someone else did. Lorraine stole the credit.”


    Christina had only uncovered this truth on her way back, but now was the perfect moment to reveal it. This was the moment to drag the truth into the open—and crush the Reynolds family once and for all.


    “Liar!” Lorraine screamed, her face twisted with fury. “I saved Mrs. Miller! How dare you spew this garbage, you bitch!”


    Celine’s hand flew across Lorraine’s face, snapping her head to the side with a sharp p.


    “Insult Christina one more time,” Celine hissed, her re icy, “and I’ll make sure you never open your mouth again.”


    Celine felt no guilt—Lorraine wasn’t her savior, and this p had been long overdue.


    Lorraine gawked at Celine, stunned, her eyes filling with tears of disbelief. “You… you actually hit me… for her!” she stammered, choking back the word “bitch” before it slipped out again.


    Celine had never struck her before. Even at her angriest, she had only scolded Lorraine with words—never violence. But now, for Christina’s sake, Celine had struck her hard, leaving no doubt where her loyaltyy.


    “Christina is not someone you get to insult,” Celine said, her voice calm but firm. Her palm throbbed from the sting of the p, the skin reddened from the force.


    Dayton noticed at once. His chest tightened as he took her hand, worry etched across his brow. “You shouldn’t have done that yourself. Does it hurt? Next time, let me do the hitting.”


    He cradled her hand tenderly, unfolding her fingers and blowing a soft, cooling breath across the reddened skin.


    Seeing the light redness spreading across her palm, his frown tightened. He immediately resolved to get some ointment for her the moment they got home.


    “I’m fine, really… You don’t have to fuss,” Celine muttered, her voice soft and flustered as her cheeks warmed with embarrassment.


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    She gave a gentle tug to free her hand, but Dayton didn’t let go; his grip stayed steady and sure.


    “Don’t move,” Dayton said, sounding both stubborn and worried. “Your palm’s red. How are you fine? It honestly hurts to look at it.”


    He kept massaging her hand with slow, careful movements.


    Celine’s face went an even deeper shade of pink when she realized people around them were staring.


    At the same time, the Reynolds family, still pinned in ce by security, seethed with rage. Their humiliation simmered in the air.


    Instead of addressing the crisis at hand, the Millers were busy putting on a romantic disy in front of everyone.


    Lorraine was the angriest of them all. In her mind, she had been the one pped. She deserved attention, pity, and outrage—yet she was being treated like air.


    But no one was even ncing in her direction. It was like she had vanished.


    “I’ve got proof you weren’t the one who saved Mrs. Miller,” Christina announced, pulling out her phone with confidence. She tapped on the screen and showed the Miller family a video clip.


    The video wasn’t meant to film Celine or the others, but they had identally been caught on camera in the background. The footage was still clear enough to show exactly what had happened.


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