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    A dull ache tightened in her chest. Even now, Trevor didn’t grasp the weight of what he had done.


    Trevor’s face drained of color, his teeth grinding.


    He shot Christina a hateful stare. “What did you do to her? How did you twist my mother into this?”


    “I didn’t twist anything,” Christina replied, her voice icy. “She simply sees what you refuse to see. She worked herself to the bone for you—nning, protecting, worrying—long after she should have rested. But you never appreciated her. Instead, you harmed her. You’re not worthy of being called her son.”


    If not for Bethel’s plea, Christina would have ended Trevor without hesitation.


    A man who could tie up his own mother wasn’t fit to call himself human.


    Trevor scoffed. “See farther than me? You’ve been filling her head with lies every day. That’s the only reason she’d even consider giving our family business to some outsider.”


    He clung stubbornly to his own beliefs. To him, he was always right. Everyone else was just making excuses.


    Seeing how hopeless he was, Christina no longer bothered arguing.


    “Bethel,” she said quietly, still holding Bethel’s hand, “then let them take control of the Dawson Group when the timees.”


    Only when they held real power—and destroyed it with their own hands—would they finally understand just how far behind they were.


    “But…” Bethel began, but Christina gently stopped her.


    “Bethel, don’t worry about me. I truly don’t need the money.” Christina squeezed her hand with calm confidence.


    “If they can’t see their own limits, then hand them the reins. Let’s watch whether they can actually carry the Dawson Group.”


    Compared to her own wealth, the Dawson Group’s assets were barely noticeable. Christina felt nothing toward the fortune itself.


    What she wanted was for the Dawson family to open their eyes atst—to see that after Karl’s death, the only reason they still had anything was because Bethel had carried the entirepany on her shoulders all these years.


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    Trevor released a sharp, derisiveugh. “So we’re too useless to run thepany, but you think you can manage it? You really love ttering yourself.”


    The realization that his life wasn’t in immediate danger triggered a resurgence of his arrogance.


    Any fleeting thought of pleading vanished, bolstered by his belief that Christina wouldn’t actually kill him.


    Despite the blood loss that had drained the color from his face, the sly curl of his lips remained defiant.


    “Bethel, honestly, you don’t have to worry about me. I have more than enough to livefortably for the rest of my life,” Christina stated, offering a soft, reassuring smile.


    Her personal fortune was so vast it would take multiple lifetimes to exhaust.


    “Let me think about this a little longer,” Bethel murmured softly.


    “Alright.” Christina gave a gentle nod, but when her gaze shifted toward the remaining men, her expression chilled instantly.


    “Take Trevor to the hospital immediately. And understand that you know exactly what you are authorized to disclose, and what you are not.”


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