Chapter 637
“No need. I’m not that hungry,” Christina said, glancing over at Dylan. “What about you?”
“I’m not very hungry either,” Dylan replied, trying to sound relaxed—but there was a stiffness to his tone. Under Bethel’s gaze, he felt a bit like he was experiencing the nervousness of meeting Christina’s family as her boyfriend.
“It’s Christina’s first time bringing a gentleman home for dinner,” Bethel said, beaming.
At that, Dylan’s spirits lifted, and his initial nerves eased somewhat. He knew he still couldn’t compete with Brendon in Christina’s heart—not yet. But among all the other men? He was clearly ahead. And that… that was a promising start.
Dylan paused for a moment, searching for the right words, but Christina’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Bethel, I noticed Dylan hadn’t eaten yet, so I invited him to have a meal with us.”
A warm laugh came from Bethel. “No matter the reason, I’m simply happy to have both of you here.”
“How have you been feeling lately? No aches or discomfort, I hope?” Christina’s voice carried a note of genuine concern.
“Honestly, no real discomfort,” Bethel responded. “Though I still need some help getting around. It can be a little troublesome at times.”
Encouragement filled Christina’s next words. “It’ll get better with a bit more time. Just be patient and take care of yourself.”
Any sort of fall could spell trouble at Bethel’s age, so having someone there for support was important.
“After we finish eating, I want to transfer Dawson Mansion to you,” Bethel remarked without a hint of hesitation.
The news left Dylan momentarily speechless. Passing the Dawson family estate to Christina was not something he had seen coming. No wonder Christina had been so attentive to Bethel—Bethel’s affection for her was clearly sincere.
A gentle acceptance came from Christina. “All right. Thank you, Bethel. I promise I’ll look after it with everything I have.”
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She had already made up her mind to preserve the Dawson Mansion in its original state for as long as she lived. That mansion represented Bethel’s life’s work, and she would do everything possible to honor that legacy.
A smile touched Bethel’s lips as she reached for Christina’s hand. “I trust you completely,” she said, patting Christina’s hand gently. “It gives me peace knowing the mansion is in your care.”
Long ago, Bethel had stopped trying to control every part of her family’s lives. She believed each generation had to chart its own course, and she was too old to manage every detail. By handing her company shares over to Christina, she had already paved the best path she could for her descendants. If her family couldn’t see her intentions, then the hardships they faced going forward would be theirs alone to handle.
Watching Bethel show so much care for Christina only deepened Dylan’s respect for her. Had Brendon possessed even a fraction of Bethel’s wisdom, he never would have hurt Christina in the first place.
Of course, if that had been the case, Dylan might never have gotten his chance to get close to Christina. At the end of it all, he had Brendon’s blindness to thank—for failing to see what a treasure he’d once had.