Chapter 885:
Those tears tugged at Brendon’s heartstrings, making it ache with pity. Even now, Yolanda was still defending Christina. How could there be such a kind and understanding woman in the world?
Watching Yolanda play the victim again, Bethel seethed with anger. She lifted her cane, ready to strike, but Brendon caught it just in time.
“Grandma! What are you doing?” he shouted, clearly disapproving.
“Can’t you see she’s putting on an act? She’s angling for sympathy!” Bethel felt her fury mount with each word Brendon said. How could she have such a foolish grandson?
“Yolanda’s not faking anything. She’s crying because you’ve pushed her too far. Even now, she’s still standing up for Christina!” Brendon fired back.
“You fool!” Bethel snapped, her fury barely contained. “You’re blind, but I’m not! Someone has to discipline them today, or they’ll never learn!”
She yanked the cane from Brendon’s grip, summoning every ounce of her strength to pull it free.
Brendon had been gripping it tightly. But in his fit of rage over her siding with Christina, he let go without thinking.
Thrown off balance, Bethel suddenly toppled backward.
“Bethel!” Christina gasped in alarm. Luckily, she was close enough to catch Bethel just in time.
“Are you alright?” Christina asked, her voice filled with concern.
Still shaken, Bethel gave a small nod and whispered softly, “Don’t worry. I’m okay.” If she’d hit the ground, a fracture would have been inevitable.
Christina—usually composed and steady—was genuinely furious now. She didn’t mind insults or ridicule. If they wanted to stir trouble, she could face them head-on without blinking. But if anyone dared harm someone she cared about, they were going to pay the price.
𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 ⸬ 𝓰𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈𝓿𝗲𝗅𝘀⦙𝓬𝓸𝓶
“Hold them down. Search them!” Christina ordered, her voice ice-cold.
“Christina! How dare you!” Brendon bellowed, his face twisted with rage.
Christina shot him a withering glare, her frigid stare enough to paralyze him. “Why wouldn’t I dare? You nearly caused Bethel to fall. Don’t expect me to show you any kindness!”
Her voice, sharp as steel, commanded, “Take them!”
Her fury sent a ripple of panic through Brendon and the others.
Joselyn shrieked, shoving away the advancing bodyguards. “Get away from me, you lowlife! Don’t you dare touch me!”
Katie was already restrained, struggling helplessly as she spat venom. “You filthy tramp! You’ll pay for this!”
“Ah! Brendon, help me!” Yolanda wailed in panic.
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