Chapter 886:
But Brendon was already overpowered, pinned down by the bodyguards—he couldn’t rescue anyone.
Before long, the four were subdued, forcefully restrained, and unable to break free, no matter how much they flailed.
Silently, the servants conducted the search.
“Ms. Jones, we found nothing,” one of the servants reported.
Christina’s expression didn’t soften. She simply flicked her hand in dismissal. “Throw them out.”
Brendon’s face darkened with fury. He snapped, “Christina! Try throwing me out, and see what happens!”
“Too noisy,” she muttered, shooting him a glare. Then, she turned to the bodyguard holding him. “Toss him far away.”
“Christina Jones!” Brendon growled her name between clenched teeth.
“Spare me your pointless shout,” she said coolly, giving the final signal.
The bodyguards didn’t waste a second. They dragged the four out of the estate amidst a continuous stream of curses.
Christina watched, her expression hard, immune to their insults—empty noise from people no longer worth her time. If it hadn’t been for Bethel’s sake, she would’ve had them all locked up without hesitation.
Bethel was absolutely livid—so much so that her head spun and her vision blurred. She struggled to breathe, her chest rising and falling heavily, and even her heart began to throb with pain.
“Bethel, please sit down and catch your breath for a bit.” Christina quickly noticed something wasn’t right and gently guided Bethel to a chair, using the moment to check on how she was doing.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 ⧸ ɢ𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ⲩ𝖊𝗅𝗌．ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Once Christina confirmed that it was only fury taking a toll and not something more serious, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.
“Don’t let something so petty get to you. I had your grandchildren and the others thrown out. You’re not mad at me for it, are you?” Christina asked, gently trying to distract her.
“My sweet girl,” Bethel said, patting her head with affection. “You did exactly the right thing. I would never be upset with you. They were the ones in the wrong.”
“I’m really glad you’re not angry. Please stay here for dinner tonight. If Dylan and the others get back early, Dylan might even cook. His food is seriously mouthwatering.” Christina’s eyes lit up as she talked about Dylan’s cooking, and just the thought made her mouth water.
Watching Christina light up at the mere mention of Dylan, Bethel felt genuinely reassured. Clearly, Dylan had been treating Christina with care.
With that thought, Bethel felt at ease. A lovely young woman like Christina deserved to be adored and treasured by the world.
Bethel gave a soft smile. “Then I definitely have to try some.”
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