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    “You should eat too,” Christina said, picking up a shrimp and holding it yfully to his lips.


    Without hesitation, Dn leaned forward and took the bite, a faint smile touching his mouth.


    A pleasant rush of happiness coursed through him, light and effortless.


    Being near her made even the smallest gestures feel intimate. Every casual word between them carried an unspoken sweetness that lingered in the air.


    At the mansion, Brendon returned home looking utterly defeated, the weight of the day etched across his face. He dropped onto the sofa as though every ounce of strength had drained from his body.


    Even with his eyes closed, Christina’s face—and her words—kept reying in his mind.


    If Bethel died, every share under her name would end up in Christina’s hands.


    She hadn’t allowed any of them to stay at the hospital. Was she nning something behind their backs?


    He quickly dismissed the thought, shaking it off as irrational. Christina would never harm his grandmother… and yet, doubt crept back in, whispering possibilities he didn’t want to believe.


    “Brendon, about Katie… is she really going to jail?” Ynda asked in a soft, feigned tone of concern.


    “Yeah. She’s an adult. She needs to face the consequences of what she did,” Brendon’s voice was t and weary.


    He had no energy left for arguments, no patience to revisit the chaos of the past few days.


    “If something happens to Bethel, the person who stands to gain the most is Christina,” Ynda murmured cautiously. “Do you think… she might hurt Bethel?”


    Brendon’s eyes snapped open. He turned to stare at her, stunned into silence. After a long pause, he finally said, “I don’t think she would. She and Grandma were close.”


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    Ynda swallowed her irritation and forced a concerned frown. “I know Christina isn’t that kind of person either, but the stakes are enormous. I’m afraid she might take a risk if she feels cornered. With all of Bethel’s shares in her hands, she could easily be thepany’s majority shareholder. It wouldn’t take much for her to push you aside. And if she still holds any resentment over the divorce, she might use this to get revenge.”


    Brendon hesitated, her words sounding ufortably usible. Yet something about her tone struck him as odd—Ynda had never spoken like this before. He found himself studying her carefully. Ever since they had married, she seemed… different somehow.


    Noticing the suspicion flicker across his face, Ynda’s heart skipped a beat.


    Panic fluttered inside her, but she quickly softened her expression and reached for his hand. “Maybe I was overthinking,” she murmured. “I don’t know what came over me—to even think that Christina could hurt Bethel. She’s a good person. I can’t believe I doubted her like that. I feel terrible.”


    The remorse in her eyes looked so genuine that Brendon’s unease melted away.


    He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, silently chiding himself for letting his mind wander to such dark thoughts.


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