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    The realization ignited a fury within Marlon that could no longer be contained. “Shut up!” he roared, his voice raw with intense, boiling anger. “I trusted you with Kiera’s care, but you’ve revealed yourself as a heartless monster—mistreating her and even plotting to kill her!”


    Marlon’s gaze swept to Chasen, who shrank back silently.


    “Marlon,” Chasen whispered, his voice barely audible.


    Marlon dered with cial finality, “From this moment, you have no connection to the Johnson family. I’ll reim every share. Your life and death mean nothing to us now.”


    Chasen stood motionless, unable to utter a word of protest.


    Panic seized Ethel like a cold hand around her throat. “Marlon, you can’t do this!” she screamed. “Rory’s medicine—it can’t stop! What will be of us without money?”


    She lunged to grab Marlon’s sleeve, but he brushed her away with a look of pure disgust.


    Marlon’s face was a mask of ice, his voice cutting like a razor. “When you were plotting that kidney transnt, did you even consider what would happen to Kiera? Ethel, you’ll spend the rest of your life repenting behind bars!”


    Marlon’s resolve was absolute. However many years Ethel was sentenced, he would ensure she never tasted freedom again.


    The weight of his words crushed Ethel. Her legs gave way, and she copsed to the ground, a broken shadow of her former self. “Marlon, you can’t do this,” she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper. “I’ve taken care of Kiera for so many years…”


    Ethel reached out to Kiera. “I love you,” she proimed, her face contorting with false emotion. “Tell your father this was all a misunderstanding! Fine, I won’t take your kidney anymore, okay?”


    Kiera simply tightened her grip on Elena’s hand—silent, resolute, a living testament to her fear toward Ethel.


    Ethel and Chasen were forcibly escorted out by the stern-faced security guards.


    Samira couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched the ordeal unfold. The audacity of Chasen and Ethel was astounding—plotting to take Marlon’s daughter’s kidney for their own son. What were they thinking? Despite sharing the Johnson name, Chasen was nothing but a shadowpared to Marlon, who held true power over the family.


    Though Samira disliked Alexander’s family, she would never dare cross Alexander himself.


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    Samira noted a detail. Earlier, Ethel had bitterly pointed fingers at Elena. Elena’s name seemed toe up in every scandal.


    ncing at Elena, Samira muttered under her breath, “You just can’t resist making a mess, can you?”


    At that moment, Jolie, who had been standing nearby, spun around, her eyes narrowing. “Samira, what did you just say?”


    Caught off guard, Samira’s face paled, and she stammered, “Oh, I… It’s nothing, really.”


    With Ethel and Chasen removed, the Harper family began to disperse, heading back to their homes.


    Once safely inside her house, Samira’s frustration boiled over. “It’s like we’ve unwittingly brought home a professional troublemaker. She has to stick her nose into everything, even the Johnson family’s affairs.”


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