?<strong>Chapter 1106:</strong>


    Susan felt a wave of gratitude, the sting of Docie’s betrayal slowly easing as she was surrounded by love. She turned to Dane. “With the evidence of Docie’s scheming in hand, resolve this quickly. I’ll support whatever decision you make.”


    Docie hadn’t shown up for work that day. When she entered the kitchen in the morning, her two roommates exchanged uneasy nces, though they kept their silence.


    She paid them no mind. After all, she had already exined that it was all because she had mistaken Dane for someone else. If people refused to believe that and insisted on tying her to Dane, there was little she could do to change their opinions.


    Her primary concern now was Susan’s well-being.


    Docie sat at the dining table, phone in hand, contemting whether to call Susan again. Her online exnation had beenpletely true. If Susan didn’t believe it, there was nothing more she could do. Even the call she made to Susan could be seen as an expression of concern.


    Since Susan wasn’t at the office, and Dane knew nothing about perfumes, they wouldn’t detect any issue with the scent. Docie, knowing Susan’s nature, felt confident that Susan would give others the benefit of the doubt. Once Susan found no inconsistencies, she would likely believe it was all a misunderstanding and perhaps even feel resentment toward the ruthless paparazzi and those who had photographed the scene.


    At that point, Docie could offer to care for Susan personally, ensuring her stay in the manor and her daily encounters with Dane. As Docie continued to ponder, she grew increasingly certain that everything was falling into ce. It had only been about two weeks since she met Dane, yet she was already making notable progress in getting closer to him.


    A surge of excitement filled her heart. It seemed that luck was truly on her side. She decided that after finishing her meal, she would head to Johns Manor to visit Susan.


    Docie’s eyes sparkled with happiness. She set her phone on the table, quickly finished eating, changed her clothes, and hurried downstairs, eager to catch a taxi to head to Johns Manor.


    But as she stepped out of the stairwell, she noticed the neighbors, who usually exercised nearby, ring at her.


    They pointed at her and scolded her, their faces serious.


    “How could a young girl like her think she can take someone else’s husband? She really has no manners! Thank goodness I didn’t introduce my younger son to her back then.”


    “My daughter-inw said she has gone out of her way to destroy someone’s family. It’s causing quite a stir online! She really has no shame!”


    Their harsh words stung Docie. She approached them and said, “You don’t know the truth. Stop spreading lies. I didn’t destroy anyone’s family. I just mistook him for someone else!”


    But the more she tried to exin, the more they just looked at her with disdain.


    “Young girl, you’re lying. You say it was a mistake, but the president of the Johns Group says you set a trap for him!”


    These elders had heard about the situation from their families, and while Docie was unaware of thetest online developments, they were all too well-informed.


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