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    Bain’s brows furrowed instantly. “You’re not nning to drag her to a nightclub, are you?”


    “What’s wrong with that? I’m just trying to help Bonnie unwind,” Gerry shot back defensively.


    Jordy stepped in, grabbing Gerry by the arm. “Keep your distance, Gerry. Don’t go corrupting her.”


    “I’m not taking her anywhere shady to pay for… services. Why do you make it sound like I’m dragging her into sin?” Gerry countered, ring at him.


    Christina turned to him with a questioning look. “Gerry, have you ever gone to those kinds of ces yourself?”


    “No!” He waved his hands in panic. “Never! Don’t let the way I dress fool you—I’m actually very disciplined.”


    Her skeptical expression only deepened, making him flounder even more.


    The harder he tried to exin, the guiltier he looked. But he was innocentpletely!


    “Bain, Jordy, back me up here! You know how we were raised. I’d never do something like that,” Gerry pleaded.


    To his dismay, both brothers exchanged a nce and answered in unison, “Hard to say.”


    “You two!” Gerry barked, exasperated. “Are you even my brothers? You know I’m telling the truth!”


    “Oh, I get it now,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’re just smearing me so Bonnie will side with you. How low can you go?”


    Bain and Jordy exchanged knowing smirks,pletely ignoring his outburst. They could see right through him—Gerry clearly just wanted an excuse to whisk Christina off to those wild ces he called “fun.”


    As her brothers continued bickering nearby, Christina shared a gentle smile with Florrie.


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    A warm sense of contentment settled over her chest. This family, noisy and protective as they were, made her feel truly cherished.


    Surrounded by their affection, she silently vowed to keep them safe—no matter what it took. She would uncover the person who had poisoned her father and make them pay dearly.


    A sh of cold determination flickered in Christina’s eyes.


    “Ta-da!” Gerry announced grandly as he threw open the door to arge room he had prepared especially for Christina.


    Inside, everything was drenched in soft shades of pink—a dreamy princess room that looked like it had leapt straight out of a fairy tale.


    “This is your room, Bonnie,” Gerry said proudly, his grin wide.


    “Bonnie, do you like it?” Beth asked anxiously. “If not, we can redo it however you wish.”


    It was the same room she had kept untouched for years, decorated in pink because, once upon a time, most little girls loved that color.


    Now that Christina was grown, Beth wanted her to have the freedom to make it her own.


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