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    Once inside, I sneered and red at them. “I’m not as cruel as you. I have no intention of killing you to silence you.”


    My words struck a nerve, and their faces darkened immediately. I gestured for Lily to leave. Though Lily hesitated, she left without protest.


    With the door closed, a heavy silence enveloped the living room. I approached my father and stepmother, locking eyes with them. “Now, I want to know how my mother died all those years ago!”


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    A flicker of panic darted across my father’s and stepmother’s faces, but they quickly masked it with feigned innocence.


    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” my father said with a nk expression, even managing to criticize me. “Don’t you know how your mother died? She died inbor because of a jinx like you.”


    My stepmother, without an ounce of shame, added, “Your mother passed away during a difficultbor. Everyone in the Dunn family knows that. What else could it be?”


    My father snorted in disgust. “You’re nothing but a jinx!” As they spoke, I watched them closely, noting the fleeting panic in their eyes.


    It was clear they were hiding something!


    My fists clenched tighter, and I trembled slightly as I demanded coldly, “Then tell me exactly what happened during my mother’s difficultbor.”


    “Well…” my father stammered, as if searching for the right words.


    Noticing his nervous demeanor, I pressed on, “And when did you and Irene be involved with each other? Did you n to kill my mother just to be together openly?”


    Both my father and stepmother shook their heads vigorously.


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    A hint of anger shed across my father’s face. “Makenna! You’re talking nonsense! Your mother died inbor because of you, the jinx. How dare you use us?”


    Since they were unwilling to reveal the truth, they could hardly me me for being merciless.


    I sneered, my gaze as sharp as a de. “Once I hear the truth, I might consider saving Jessica.”


    “You!” My father’s face flushed with rage.


    I continued with a mocking tone, “You have plenty of time to lie to me, but I can’t say the same for how long Jessica willst in that dark cell.”


    At my words, my father and stepmother grew visibly anxious. “Makenna! You ungrateful daughter!” My father lunged toward me, preparing to strike.


    I turned to evade the blow, but my stepmother, in a fit of rage, grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it at me.


    “It’s all your fault, Makenna, that Jessica is in this state. I’ll make sure you pay for it!”


    Just then, the door was forcefully kicked open. A gust of wind followed, knocking my stepmother aside and shattering the vase on the floor.


    A tall figure stepped into the room, cing himself protectively in front of me.


    Bryan?


    “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face.


    I nodded to indicate I was fine, but Bryan remained worried. His sharp eyes scanned me for injuries, and upon confirming I was unharmed, his stern expression softened just a fraction. The next moment, his gaze turned icy as it settled on my father and stepmother.


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