Chapter 868:
“I’ve made myself clear. You may leave,” Bethel said coldly, her tone final as she gestured for her grandchildren and Yolanda to leave.
Brendon’s jaw clenched when even the mention of his grandpa’s name didn’t move Bethel. He turned to Christina with a sharp glare, frustration boiling in his chest. Ever since Christina joined the Dawson family, everything had changed. Bethel, who once doted on her grandchildren and bent to their whims, now treated Christina like her own flesh and blood.
“Let’s go,” Brendon muttered bitterly, resentment etched across his face as he took Yolanda’s hand and led her away.
As Katie passed by Christina, she attempted to shoulder-bump her deliberately.
But Christina saw it coming and swiftly sidestepped, leaving Katie stumbling awkwardly.
Katie barely managed to catch herself before falling. She stomped her foot in rage and shot Christina a venomous glare. “You’ll regret this!”
Christina didn’t utter a word. Instead, she flashed a provocative smile, making Katie stomp her foot in burning frustration once again.
Watching her grandchildren and Yolanda walk away, Bethel let out a quiet sigh, a heavy wave of mixed feelings curling in her chest. Her grandchildren were utterly ignorant and shortsighted. Worse, they always offended Christina despite having suffered numerous setbacks.
“Christina, I’m truly sorry you had to witness such a disgraceful scene. None of the Dawson descendants seems to hold any promise,” Bethel said with a weary tone, resignation lacing her words.
“Don’t worry about it, Bethel. Who knows—maybe one day they’ll surprise us,” Christina replied with a light chuckle as she handed the health supplements to a nearby servant and took hold of the wheelchair handles.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bethel laughed softly. “I know exactly what they’re capable of. I’ve waited hopefully all these years, and not one of them has lived up to expectations.”
𝗙𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 ⲅ𝖺𝖑𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
As Bethel’s thoughts circled back to Christina’s failed marriage, a pang of guilt twisted in her chest. Had she not insisted on matchmaking, Christina wouldn’t have been hurt so deeply.
“I’m truly sorry, sweetheart. If I hadn’t been so stubborn, trying to pair you and Brendon off…” Bethel’s voice faltered, her remorse too heavy to finish the sentence.
“Please don’t dwell on that. It wasn’t entirely your fault. I share part of the blame too. Besides, I’m doing well now—so really, don’t worry about me,” Christina said gently, offering her a comforting smile.
Bethel turned toward the servant and instructed, “Go ask the kitchen to prepare some of Christina’s favorite dishes.”
“Yes, Mrs. Dawson,” the servant replied with a respectful nod and quickly made her way out.
Within the Dawson household, the servants held Christina in high regard. Beyond Bethel’s visible affection for her, Christina’s warm and humble nature made her beloved among the staff. She always treated them with kindness, and they couldn’t fathom how someone so gracious and composed could also be seen as a fearsome figure that others tread carefully around.
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