Chapter 633:
“You really fell on your own?” Katie asked, shock painted across her face as she stared at Yolanda.
In that instant, the pure, innocent image Katie had of Yolanda completely shattered.
Brendon also struggled to accept this. Yolanda, in his mind, had always been gentle, honest, and thoughtful—a woman who would never lie or set someone up. His gaze rested on her, silently demanding some kind of explanation.
Yolanda’s face was drained of color, her eyes downcast. She didn’t dare meet his gaze. A shaky answer slipped from her lips. “Christina let go too suddenly, and maybe I pulled too hard and lost my balance. After I hit the ground, I panicked and thought she pushed me.”
That excuse sounded just as frail as she looked, but Brendon still decided to trust her. He doubled down. “This video doesn’t prove anything. Christina shouldn’t have let go so fast in the first place.”
A bitter laugh escaped from Christina. The truth was staring Brendon in the face, but he still chose to believe Yolanda’s flimsy excuse. Such was the privilege of…
Being on the receiving end of his love. Yolanda only needed to craft a story—however lame it was—for Brendon to ignore logic and take her side.
Christina grasped that no matter how well she behaved, Brendon would always find fault, never once showing her any warmth. Thus, explaining herself was pointless. Nothing she said would ever change his mind.
When Dylan caught the self-mocking smile on Christina’s lips, a sharp ache twisted in his chest. To be treated like that by the man she loved—it had to hurt like hell. Ignoring the blatant truth and claiming Christina was at fault just to justify Yolanda’s antics, Brendon was unworthy of her.
Any sense of courtesy vanished from Dylan the moment Brendon turned his back on fairness.
A cold chill settled over Dylan’s face. A thin, hard line formed on his lips, his stare becoming as sharp as a knife.
When the Dawsons and Yolanda met Dylan’s hawk-like eyes, a cold shiver ran through them.
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“You.” A single word shot from Dylan’s mouth, cold and clear as he locked his gaze on Yolanda. “Apologize to Christina.”
His intimidating aura weighed on Yolanda and the Dawsons like a heavy blanket, leaving them feeling weak in the knees.
Uncontrollable trembling took over Yolanda, fear written all over her.
Rage poured off Dylan in waves, and he looked ready to bring judgment, like some kind of executioner with a scythe in hand.
Brendon, barely holding himself together under Dylan’s presence, forced the words out. “Mr. Scott… are you really going to force us like this?”
“And if I am, what are you going to do about that?” A cold, dismissive look from Dylan landed on Brendon, as if Brendon were nothing more than a nuisance. With complete confidence, Dylan challenged him. “Come on, try to throw your weight around.”
Brendon was left speechless, overwhelmed by Dylan’s domineering and unreasonable attitude. If his influence really outweighed Dylan’s, he wouldn’t have just stood there.
A new layer of chill entered Dylan’s tone. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
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