Chapter 224
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Meanwhile, a palpable unease settled over the Dawson family.
“Why are you back by yourself? Where’s Yolanda?” Sheila demanded, sweeping past everyone to scan the hallway for any trace of her daughter.
Brendon trudged inside, dark circles shadowing his weary eyes. “They refused to grant bail,” he muttered, his voice drained.
Finnegan’s jaw tightened, irritation flickering in his gaze. “You promised you’d get Yolanda out before leaving.”
“We tried—God knows we did. But the judge wouldn’t even hear us out.” Joselyn instantly stepped forward, bristling with indignation. “My son’s run himself ragged for this family. Do you want him to collapse? He did everything possible.”
Finnegan started to snap back, but Sheila clung to his arm, her eyes bright with desperation. She fixed Brendon with an imploring stare. “Brendon, you have to get Yolanda out. You’re the only one who can.”
Katie said in a gentle tone, trying to sound reassuring, “We’ll figure something out. Don’t lose hope.”
“I know you will.” Sheila forced a brittle smile, though resentment simmered just beneath the surface as she glanced at Katie. If Katie hadn’t stirred up so much trouble, her own daughter wouldn’t be sitting in a jail cell now. But no matter how much she seethed, there was only one thing that mattered—Yolanda had to be released before the Hubbard family’s reunion banquet. Failure wasn’t an option. With the Mitchell Group hanging by a thread and no real allies left in Dorfield, Sheila realized that the Dawson family was all they had left. Crossing the Dawson family simply wasn’t an option.
“I’m going to get some rest,” Brendon announced flatly. He paused at the foot of the stairs, fixing Yolanda’s parents with a cool stare. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise.”
“Alright,” Finnegan muttered, though his jaw was clenched in frustration. Sheila forced a tight smile. Neither of them dared protest further. That five percent stake in the Dawson Group was the only thing keeping their hope alive. No matter how bitter they felt, they had no choice but to choke down their anger and play along.
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Brendon climbed the stairs, shoulders tense, when Katie darted after him, glancing nervously over her shoulder to make sure Yolanda’s parents were out of earshot. “Brendon, have you seen what’s blowing up online?” she whispered, anxiety etched into every line of her face.
“I saw it,” Brendon said quietly, his tone grim.
Katie’s voice dropped to a harsh hiss. “That bitch Christina is actually trying to ruin Yolanda! She posted proof—actual evidence against Yolanda! She’s just jealous. She can’t stand that you dumped her for Yolanda, so now she wants payback. This is her twisted little revenge!” Her hands balled into fists, her entire frame shaking with barely contained fury. “She wants everyone on the internet to turn on Yolanda. That pathetic bitch won’t stop until Yolanda’s completely destroyed.”
Annoyance flickered in Brendon’s eyes as he gave Katie a look sharp enough to cut glass. “This mess is all your fault! If it weren’t for you, would Yolanda be locked up right now?”
Sure, he was pissed that Christina had exposed Yolanda online without seeking his permission. But resentment simmered for Katie. Her blunder was the real reason Yolanda got hauled off by the police, yet somehow, Katie still found the nerve to call Christina names. That stung, especially because Christina used to be his wife.
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