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    He could always figure out how to mend things between them after a fight. She didn’t even have to intervene.


    To him, Christina wasn’t just special—she was the absolute best thing walking the earth.


    At the Dawson family estate.


    “Look at you—acting all high and mighty. Can’t even call me ‘Mom’ anymore,” Joselyn snapped, her face tight with irritation. The son she’d carried for nine months, raised with endless effort and worry, now wouldn’t even look at her—because of some woman.


    If Karl’s memorial service hadn’t forced the entire family to gather, Joselyn knew damn well her son wouldn’t havee anywhere near her.


    She med everything on that vixen Ynda—convinced Ynda had stolen her precious son right out of her hands. If she had known Ynda would be such a headache, Joselyn would’ve never pushed her son into divorcing Christina.


    Christina was Epic, for heaven’s sake! Who knew how much money she could’ve made with those insane gambling skills? She was basically a walking, talking money tree.


    But none of that mattered now. Christina went and offended the Scott family—the one group nobody in their right mind messed with.


    Joselyn had even considered talking her son into getting Christina back, but now? Bringing Christina home might drag the whole Dawson family straight into disaster.


    Joselyn shut that thought down in an instant. In her mind, neither woman—Christina nor Ynda—was good enough for the Dawson family. She needed to find her son a proper match, someone polished, wealthy, and problem-free.


    She’d spoken first, trying to reassert her authority, but when Brendon didn’t even nce at her, her sense of injustice exploded. Tears spilled down her face as she started crying on the spot.


    “Bethel, just look at Brendon! He won’t even look at me like I’m his mother anymore,” Joselyn whined, turning sharply to Bethel toin.


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    Bethel immediately felt a major headache starting up. She gave a tired look toward Brendon, whose face was dark, stormy, and full of anger.


    “It’s your grandfather’s memorial day today,” Bethel stated firmly. “Don’t you dare do anything that would make him ashamed. Don’t make his spirit upset.”


    Bethel truly hadn’t wanted to dip even a single toe into the chaos between Joselyn and Brendon. Normally, she stayed far, far away from their drama. But today was the anniversary of herte husband’s death.


    Her husband’s dying wish was that the family should live in peace. The thought of him tossing in his grave because his family was still fighting made her stomach twist.


    “I get it, Grandma,” Brendon said quietly, swallowing his pride. He forced the word out, stiff and reluctant. “Mom.”


    The word tasted bitter. His child was gone because of Joselyn. Because his own mother had interfered one time too many. That wound sat in him like a crack down the center of his chest. He couldn’t help thinking that if Joselyn had supported him and Christina even half as much as Bethel had, maybe Christina wouldn’t have walked away, hurt and exhausted. Maybe everything would have been different.


    “Oh, look at you,” Joselyn snapped, rolling her eyes as though he were the unreasonable one. “Acting like I’ve ruined your entire existence. You can always have more children! Why the hell are you still sulking over this?”


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