Chapter 1143:
Brendon wrapped his arms around her even tighter. “Don’t cry. Seeing you like this… it tears me apart.”
His lips pressed to hers as they collapsed together onto the hospital bed. In the room, intimate moans filled the air.
On Day 5.
Brendon’s bold, public act of love was still the talk of the town—and the buzz wasn’t dying down anytime soon. If anything, it was picking up steam. The Dawson Group’s stock had jumped noticeably, much to Brendon’s delight. The timing couldn’t be better—especially with Yolanda heading into the finals of the Global Fashion Design Competition. If she won and landed that coveted spot as Allison’s apprentice, Dawson Group’s future would be golden.
The internet couldn’t get enough of Brendon. His fans flooded social media with praise, and anyone who dared criticize him got instantly dragged. Even with his body sore and battered, Brendon powered through. His livestream team even leaned into it, zooming in on the sweat on his face. The whole thing was crafted to sell one message: this was a man who would go through hell and back for love.
When Brendon finally reached the mountaintop—lips pale, body shaking—he couldn’t hold it together anymore and passed out cold. Bodyguards rushed in, catching him just in time, then sped him down the mountain straight to the hospital.
In the hospital room, the door slammed open. Joselyn burst in like a storm, her face twisted in fury. She didn’t say a word—just raised her hand and smacked Yolanda across the face.
The slap echoed through the room.
“You’re a damn curse!” Joselyn shouted. “I leave for one vacation and look what happens to my son!”
Her eyes, blazing with rage, snapped to Brendon lying unconscious in bed, then back to Yolanda. She slapped her again—harder.
Joselyn jabbed a shaking finger at Yolanda. “If anything happens to my son, I swear—you’ll pay for it with your life!”
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Once, Joselyn had adored Yolanda, talked her up as the ideal daughter-in-law, promised to treat her like family. But now? Now Joselyn couldn’t stand her.
Yolanda stood there in shock, face stinging, tears spilling down. She felt completely blindsided. Joselyn had once promised love, support, and a place in the Dawson legacy. But clearly, when Brendon’s safety and Joselyn’s own interests were on the line, all that love dried up fast.
So much for being the perfect daughter-in-law—it had all been a lie, sweet words to keep her quiet and compliant. And right then, Yolanda understood something crystal clear: power and wealth had to be in her own hands. Once the illness was gone and she had her rightful piece of the Dawsons’ fortune, she would never again let anyone—especially that old woman—treat her like trash.
Yolanda stumbled forward, choking on her sobs. “Joselyn… I’m sorry. This is all my fault…”
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