Chapter 1751:


    Christinaughed softly. “I’m really not as good as you think I am.”


    It was said lightly, but she meant it. Her past was dark in ways most people would never know — she had done things, made choices, that ced her far outside anyone’s definition of good. But she kept that to herself.


    “In my eyes, you’re the best person in the world,” Gillian said, and there wasn’t a trace of exaggeration in it.


    Christina’sugh softened into something warmer. “So — what will you do now?”


    Gillian blinked. “What do you mean?”


    “You have ten million. That’s enough for your family to livefortably for a very long time. You don’t have to work as our housekeeper anymore.”


    A beat of silence.


    “Are you…” Gillian’s voice cracked. “Are you letting me go?”


    The tears came before she could stop them. The thought of leaving — of no longer being part of that household, no longer seeing Christina every day — hit her somewhere she hadn’t expected, and she broke down entirely, sobbing quietly in the back seat with Adide still tucked against her.


    When Gillian suddenly burst into tears, Christina let out a quiet sigh, caught somewhere between amusement and exasperation.


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    “I’m not asking you to leave,” she said gently. “I only meant that with this money, you don’t have to spend your days scrubbing floors anymore. You could actually live, Gillian — properly, for once.”


    She had done the mental arithmetic without thinking about it. A modest house, a reliable car, careful spending — and the ten million would carry Gillian and Adide through the rest of their lives without a moment’s financial worry.


    “Please let me stay with the Jones family,” Gillian said, her voice unsteady. “I don’t mind the work. I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me — just please don’t make me go.” The fear beneath the words was real: that Christina had been looking for a graceful way to let her go.


    For Gillian, there was no shame in honest work. Status had never been something she chased. What she cared about was where she belonged, and she had found that answer.


    “Is that truly what you want?” Christina asked, meeting her eyes.


    “Yes. Completely,” Gillian said, without a moment’s hesitation.


    “Alright,” Christina relented, a small smile settling on her face. “Then you stay.”


    She made a quiet note to herself: if Gillian ever decided, someday, that she wanted something different — a life of her own, built on her own terms — she would support that without question.


    “Thank you,” Gillian breathed, a wide, watery smile breaking through her tears as she pressed her hands to her face.


    Three dayster, a story broke across the news that sent shockwaves through several powerful households at once.


    The rare red ruby ring — the one Violette had lost to Christina in their bet — had just sold at an international auction for a staggering four hundred million.


    When Violette read the headline and absorbed the number, she came apart with rage. And the blow didn’t stop there. The Hewitt family had already been publicly pressured into donating three hundred million to charity on a live broadcast, witnessed by everyone, with no possibility of recourse.


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