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    Whenever Bethel addressed him, Dn responded politely, but for the most part, he simply listened to the two women’s conversation. Throughout the meal, he made a point of being helpful, stepping in whenever he could. Bethel was pleasantly surprised to discover that someone of Dn’s status, so often seen as distant, could be so genuinely thoughtful. Observing Dn’s every move, her satisfaction only grew. If Christina cared for him, perhaps she would live to see the pair happily wed.

    A sense of contentment filled Bethel as they enjoyed their meal together, and after a short rest, they moved on to the paperwork for transferring the property. Once everything had been signed and settled, they apanied Bethel back home.

    Their conversation lingered in the air as Bethel stopped at the front of Dawson Mansion, reluctant to see them leave.

    “I’ll drive you back,” Dn said, gazing at Christina and breaking the moment.

    A shake of the head was Christina’s answer. “I’m taking the day off.”

    Dn’s brow creased slightly. “Where will you be?”

    Christina answered, “I’ll stay here with Bethel.”

    Bethel often found the house too quiet on her own, so Christina wanted to keep herpany.

    A faint note of disappointment crept into Dn’s voice. “All right. I’ll get going, then.” He had been hoping for a bit more time with her.

    After seeing Dn off, Christina pushed Bethel’s wheelchair back inside. Hearing that Christina would be spending the night brought an unmistakable happiness to Bethel’s face.

    Morning came, and before Christina could fully wake, a sudden pounding on the door jolted her—a racket so loud it seemed as if the door might break down if left unanswered.

    Christina’s brow knitted tightly as she sprang from bed and hastily changed her clothes.

    Bang! Bang! Bang! The relentless pounding at the door thundered through the quiet, clearly not the gentle knock of Bethel.

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    Just as Christina’s hand reached for the doorknob, Bethel’s sharp voice cut through the air. “What exactly do you want? Even if you pound the door to splinters, I won’t change my mind.”

    Trevor’s voice thundered back, dripping with indignation. “Have you lost your senses? I’m your son! That snake doesn’t even belong to the Dawson family—so why did you transfer the family mansion to her?” His fury spilled over. “If I hadn’t stumbled upon this today, how long did you n to keep it from me? Until you were on your deathbed?”

    Hearing this, Christina’s face darkened like a gathering storm, and she flung the door open. “Enough! If you’ve got a bone to pick, pick it with me. Why pour your wrath onto an elderly woman?” Her voice was as cold as a winter wind, her eyes fixed on Trevor like sharpened des.

    “This is a family business! Who do you think you are, meddling in matters that don’t concern you? You seem decent, yet you scheme behind our backs. Do you fancy yourself righteous? Using tricks to snatch the Dawson Mansion—shameless! No one in this world disgusts me more than you!” Trevor spat, venom dripping from every word.

    “No matter how hot your temper burns, it won’t change the facts. The Dawson Mansion is under my name now. If you want it back, pay up. It’s clear as day that you can’t afford it, and all you can do is take out your anger on your mother, which is pointless,” Christina shot back, her tone biting.

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