Chapter 629
Tears began to pool in Yolanda’s eyes as she clung to Brendon’s hand, stopping him from calling the police. Her voice trembled. “I know you care about me, but it’s just a small injury. It’s not worth creating a rift over this.”
Letting out a shaky breath, she added, “I don’t want to hold Christina responsible. Please, Brendon, listen to me for once. With everything going on in the Dawson family, it’s not wise to make things worse.”
Every time Yolanda put the Dawson family’s situation first, Brendon’s sympathy for her grew deeper, and he wanted to protect her even more. In his mind, Yolanda was everything a man could hope for—caring, considerate, and the perfect partner. He quietly promised himself that he would never let her down, no matter what happened.
“Christina, consider yourself lucky. Since Yolanda has chosen not to pursue this, I will let it go for the time being,” Brendon remarked coldly.
Right after he spoke, a captivating but chilling voice rang out without warning.
“Whoever did something wrong must be held responsible.”
Dylan stepped forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow and radiating quiet authority. A cold, razor-sharp glint filled his gaze, cutting straight through Yolanda and the Dawsons.
The air seemed to grow heavier, and Yolanda and the Dawsons found themselves almost holding their breath in his presence. They hadn’t expected Dylan to show up here.
Trevor, who had just returned from abroad, was still in the dark about the connection between Dylan and Christina. He approached Dylan, wearing an eager smile. “Mr. Scott! What an unexpected pleasure—truly an honor to see you here.”
With those words, he offered a handshake.
A cold indifference colored Dylan’s features. He barely glanced at Trevor before slipping his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored black suit, every detail emphasizing his striking appearance.
On Dylan’s chiseled frame and with his devastating good looks, the suit looked like something out of a high-end fashion ad.
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Trevor’s hand hung in the air for a moment. Realizing the brush-off, he struggled to play it cool. A flicker of resentment flashed within him, but he didn’t dare show it. He just kept smiling. Pulling his hand back, he forced an awkward chuckle. “So, Mr. Scott, what brings you by today?”
Dylan didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re all here to hold Christina responsible, aren’t you? Let’s settle it—right now.”
Except for Trevor, the Dawsons and Yolanda exchanged confused looks, uncertain what Dylan really intended. Was Dylan really turning his back on Christina—the caregiver working for his family—and siding with the Dawsons? No one dared to ask outright, though the question buzzed between them.
Trevor, meanwhile, could hardly contain his delight. His chest puffed up with self-importance. “Yes, exactly! Mr. Scott is right—she has to face the consequences for her actions!”
With Dylan appearing to support the Dawson family, Trevor felt completely invincible.
Yolanda couldn’t stop fidgeting, her eyes darting everywhere except toward Dylan. A sense of unease crept up. Dylan never struck her as the type to pick sides, especially not the Dawson family’s or hers.
A smug chuckle escaped from Katie. “Christina, even Mr. Scott’s with us today. Who’s going to bail you out now?”