Chapter 1250:
Terence had cast Davina away to rot in a remote village years ago, left her to fend for herself—and somehow, she had survived. They had all assumed she’d perished long ago.
“Then why now?” Conrad demanded. “What’s brought her back all of a sudden? Don’t tell me she’s here to snatch back her mother’s inheritance?”
All that wealth had long become the Murrays’—and one day it would all be his. Davina could dream if she thought she’d see even a single coin of it again.
“No. She came for her mother’s ashes.” Terence gave a cold laugh. “Good thing I was clever enough to call Wesson and have that bitch’s ashes moved before she arrived.”
“That’s her soft spot,” Nelly said, her tone sharp with malice. “As long as we have it, she’ll dance to our tune.”
“Exactly. She’ll do whatever we demand. Once she’s married into the Lloyd family, we will soar higher than ever,” Terence said smugly.
“We’ll just sit tight and wait for her to crawl back begging for mercy. The shame she brought on us today—I’ll make her pay tenfold!” Nelly intended to laugh out loud, only to wince when a jolt of pain shot through her jaw.
Clutching her jaw, she seethed with even deeper hatred for Davina.
“Don’t worry, Mom, Dad—when she comes begging, I’ll make sure she gets what she deserves,” Conrad vowed.
Katy added, “She dared to lay hands on you—we’ll repay her twice over! Let her see what we can do.”
While the Murrays gloated—certain Davina would be the one at their mercy—she was already on her way to the hospital.
Inside a restricted scenic area, Christina frowned at the three old men still bowing deep before her.
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆
They’d been there a long time, frozen in their supplication.
“Are you here to work, or trying to set a record for the longest bow?” Christina finally snapped, unable to hold it in any longer.
“Miss Jones, I only hope you can sense our true remorse,” one of them pleaded.
“Yes, Miss Jones, please forgive us this once,” another begged.
“If you take us as your apprentice, we’ll do anything—even pay tuition!” the third cried.
Christina sighed inwardly; it felt like trying to speak sense to a wall.
“I told you—I already forgave you, but I’ll accept only one apprentice. Magnus is the one.”
Magnus, being called, sat up straighter at once, pride lifting his chin.
Thankfully, he’d had the backbone—and the sense—not to offend Christina, and that was why he became her sole disciple in restoring cultural relics. A flush of pride warmed him.
Christina’s face stayed cold. “Stop it. I said I’d take only one apprentice, and I meant it. You can freeze there forever—it won’t change my mind.”
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Message from Noah: New chapters a bit early this time dear readers, I hope you like them. God loves you, and I wish you all the best. ( • ᴗ – ) ✧
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