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    Why hadn’t Christina just finished the job and choked him to death earlier?


    Ynda had rushed in pretending to help and ended up nearly strangled herself.


    Christina had done it on purpose—her twisted way of striking back. That vile woman.


    “Let’s go,” Ynda whispered, masking her spite with calmposure. “Christina said Bethel will return the shares to the Dawson family. I believe she’ll keep her word.”


    Brendon’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint doubt flickering beneath his calm exterior.


    The bulk of thepany’s shares rested in Bethel’s hands. Could Christina really surrender them so easily?


    No one was immune to greed—no one willingly turned away from that kind of fortune.


    “What are you thinking about?” Ynda asked gently.


    Brendon blinked, forcing a small smile as heced his fingers with hers. “Let’s get your neck checked.”


    They shared onest nce at the hospital room before walking away together.


    Inside the quiet ward, Christina sat beside Bethel’s bed, watching as the elderly woman slowly stirred.


    Bethel was frail, her voice barely a whisper, but her eyes spoke volumes.


    “Bethel, I know what you want to tell me, but my decision is final. Don’t worry about the shares—give them back to the Dawsons. If I keep them, they’ll only say I depended on you. I want them to see that even without taking a single thing from the Dawson family, I can stand strong on my own.”


    Christina took Bethel’s trembling hand in hers, her gaze turning gentle.


    “When I’ve proven my strength, I’ll protect the Dawson Group. I’ll make sure the family name endures, and the Dawson family estate too. I’ll guard it all for you.”


    Bethel listened quietly through the oxygen mask. For a long while, she said nothing. Then she gave a faint nod.


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    Once, she had wanted to leave her descendants a path to redemption—but it was clear now they didn’t deserve one. So be it. Let them face their own consequences. Only after they suffered would they realize she had been protecting them all along.


    Her frail fingers tightened around Christina’s hand, and a faint smile of warmth and pride touched her lips.


    Her survival—her very return from death’s edge—was owed entirely to Christina.


    A woman of such strength and integrity, Bethel thought, was far beyond what the Dawson family deserved.


    Atst, the haze clouding her heart had lifted. Words could teach little—only life’s harsh lessons ever truly sank in. If her family insisted on learning the hard way, she would let them face the pain themselves.


    From this moment on, the only family she recognized was Christina. She had no more ties to the Dawsons.


    They had called her an outsider—so now, she would be one. Thest shadow of sorrow lifted from her eyes, reced by peace.


    Letting go of every burden, Bethel’s smile deepened—light, calm, and free atst.


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