Chapter 1827:


    Etta’s fingers clenched around the DNA report as her hand shook violently, raw panic and fury coursing through her all at once.


    Inside her chest, emotions raged like a tempest with nowhere to break free.


    Then it struck her — the man she had devoted years of love and care to was never her own by blood. He belonged to her husband and another woman entirely.


    In a heartbeat, every chaotic feeling copsed into a single, scorching rage that surged straight to her head and detonated.


    Her features contorted, twisted beyond recognition by fury. Etta hurled herself at her husband, mming him down and pinning him beneath her without hesitation. “You did this! You’re the one who stole my son, aren’t you? You’re a monster!” She screamed the words and followed them with a vicious p across his face.


    The strike left him dazed, his mind reeling.


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    “Where is my child?” Etta roared, her fury unrestrained.


    He shook off the shock and shot back, “Our child is standing right here. Are you really going to swallow everything they tell you? Have youpletely lost your mind?”


    Etta had always stood unwaveringly beside the Jones family, who had treated her with nothing but generosity. Though she had once insisted on a deeper inquiry — afraid there had been some terrible misunderstanding involving her husband and son — she had never tolerated anyone smearing the Jones name.


    But the Jones family had no motive to lie, and the DNA results spoke with ruthless rity.


    “You stole my son, and now you have the nerve to pin it on the Jones family!” Blinded by rage, Etta wrapped her hands around her husband’s neck, ready to drag him down with her if she had to.


    As his breath vanished, he stared into her icy gaze and understood she meant to end his life right there. He reacted instantly, struggling with everything he had.


    Etta couldn’t match his strength, and when the son she had raised rushed in to help his father, the bnce shifted at once.


    Now the husband held Etta pinned beneath him, jaw clenched and fist drawn back, poised to strike.


    Before the punch couldnd, Christina seized his wrist and wrenched it aside, snapping the joint out of ce without a word.


    His scream tore through the room. Before he could even process the pain, Christina twisted and dislocated his other arm as well.


    With both arms dangling uselessly at his sides, a single kick from Christina sent him flying across the floor.


    Helpless and wracked with pain, he couldn’t force himself back up.


    His son froze in shock, edging backward in fear, still convinced he might escape unharmed. Christina had no intention of allowing that. She surged forward, leapt into the air, and drove a crushing kick that sent him crashing down. Before he could recover, she calmly dislocated both of his arms without batting an eye.


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