Chapter 486
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Bethel’s face darkened. “Christina wasn’t driven out. We simply didn’t deserve her. And the house is in my name. I’ll give it to whoever I please. Even if I donate it to charity, it’s none of your business.”
Katie screamed, “Donate it to charity if you must, but not to her! She’s not family!” She knew her grandmother would never give the house to charity. That old home meant too much to her grandmother. To her, it belonged to the Dawson bloodline, and Christina had no claim to it.
“I’ve said it already. It’s my house, and I make the decisions. Keep this up, and I’ll cut you off,” Bethel snapped, her voice ringing with authority. She was still kicking and holding power in the Dawson family, but her family had begun treating her like she was already gone, challenging her at every turn. They hadn’t taken her power, but they had stopped respecting it.
Katie shouted, “Brendon covers all my expenses! Who do you think you are to cut me off? And you don’t have much time ahead of you! Everything in this family should go to Brendon!”
Bethel’s chest tightened. Her face twisted in pain as she clutched her chest, staggering backward.
“Bethel!” Christina cried out, rushing forward to catch Bethel before she collapsed.
“Bethel, are you alright?” Christina asked softly, concern etched on her face. Bethel nodded slowly. “I’m fine,” she murmured, drawing in a shaky breath as the pain in her chest began to settle.
Christina’s expression hardened. She turned sharply toward Katie, her voice cold and steady. “Katie Dawson, watch how you speak! That tone is completely unacceptable when addressing your grandmother.”
Katie folded her arms, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Oh, please. How I talk to my grandmother is none of your business. Stay out of it, you outsider!”
Bethel spoke firmly before Christina could respond. “Christina is like a real granddaughter to me. She’s no outsider.”
Katie’s eyes flared with fury. “You’ve completely lost it! Age must have caught up with you and messed with your fucking mind!”
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Without thinking, Bethel raised her hand and slapped Katie across the face. A stunned silence fell over the room.
Bethel had never raised her hand to her children or grandchildren before. The slap shocked both her and Katie. Her palm stung, and she could only imagine how much more it hurt Katie.
“Katie…” Bethel began, stepping forward, her voice trembling. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
But Katie, driven by rage, shoved Bethel hard before she could say another word.
The push came out of nowhere. Christina hadn’t expected Katie to be so rough—especially with an elderly woman. A sharp cry of pain escaped Bethel’s lips as her body hit the floor.
Christina rushed to her side. “Can you hear me?”
“I’m alright, don’t worry—” Bethel began, but her sentence trailed off. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.
“Bethel? Bethel!” Christina cried, panic seizing her chest. She hesitated to touch Bethel, fearing she might worsen the injury. With Bethel’s brittle bones and fragile frame, a fall like that could be serious—possibly even a fracture.
Katie stood frozen, staring blankly. Panic and guilt surged through her. She hadn’t meant to cause serious harm. It was just a shove. How had it come to this?
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