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    It was the kind of detail most people would miss if they didn’t look closely—but the camera didn’t lie.


    Once the Miller family finished watching the clip, their expressions hardened. The anger on their faces grew sharper, leaving no doubt that they fully believed Christina.


    “What do you have to say now?” Kurt asked coldly, his stare sweeping over the Reynolds family with a sharp authority that warned them not to try anything stupid.


    The Reynolds family watched the same video. Even though the footage was a bit blurry, it was still obvious that the girl in it wasn’t Lorraine at all.


    Their faces slowly copsed into pure despair. Whatever tiny hope they had been clinging to crumbledpletely, leaving them with nothing to stand on.


    The Reynolds family was boiling with rage, their minds spinning in disbelief. How on earth had Christina managed to uncover their secret?


    If it hadn’t been for her interference, they’d still be basking in their wealth and privilege, living like royalty.


    To them, Christina wasn’t a savior—she was a curse, the thorn that ruined everything.


    They seethed with regret for not getting rid of her sooner, convinced that their downfall was her doing and hers alone.


    Even now, the Reynolds family refused to face the truth. Admitting fault was beneath them; instead, they shifted every ounce of me onto others.


    In their eyes, they were spotless—victims of someone else’s cruelty.


    “It’s fake! All of it’s fake! She must have edited the video to frame me!” Lorraine cried out, her voice trembling between fury and desperation. “I was the one who saved Mrs. Miller! Do you really think I could ever forget something like that?”


    “My daughter’s the one who saved Mrs. Miller!” Andrina shot back, frantic. “This whole video’s a trap to destroy her! You can’t take it seriously!”


    “You Millers are liars—hypocrites, all of you!” Jerald bellowed, his face red with anger.


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    Watching them clutch at their lies, even when the truth was staring them in the face, Christina couldn’t help butugh—a sharp, humorless sound.


    It was pathetic, almostughably so. The evidence was right there, undeniable, yet they still had the gall to deny it.


    “Take them away,” Kurt said coolly, his expression as hard as stone.


    “Yes, sir!” one of the guards replied before signaling the others to act.


    The Reynolds family was swiftly escorted out, still shouting in defiance.


    “You Millers are thankless traitors! You’ll regret this one day!”


    “Heartless beasts! You’ll all get what’sing to you!”


    “You call this gratitude? You’ll pay for turning against your benefactors!”


    Their angry cries echoed through the hall. To anyone unaware of the truth, it might have sounded like the Millers were the viins in this story.


    “Christina, we truly owe you this time,” Kurt said, his voice softening as he turned to her with gratitude.


    “Please, you don’t need to thank me. I just did what was right,” Christina replied with a gentle smile.


    Relief swept through the room like a warm breeze, breaking the suffocating tension that had hung there moments ago.


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