?<strong>Chapter 1108:</strong>


    The deliveryman handed Docie the disownment papers. He nced at her before pulling out a pen.


    “Your father said you should sign these disownment papers if you have any dignity. If not, he’ll take the family overseas and nevere back.”


    Docie’s hand trembled as she heard the deliveryman’s words. Once considered lucky, she now wondered how she had ended up in this situation. Who had uncovered the issue with the perfume? Who had caused this?


    The disownment papers terrified her. She knew she couldn’t sign them.


    Shaking her head forcefully, she flung the pen aside. “I won’t sign.


    They can’t abandon me now.”


    Docie grabbed her dress, ready to leave, but the deliveryman blocked her way.


    “Your father said you didn’t consider your family when you messed up. If you refuse, I’ll have to force your fingerprints onto the document.”


    Docie was no match for the deliveryman’s strength. Helpless, she could only sob as he forced her fingers onto the disownment papers.


    Once he hadpleted his task, the deliveryman left.


    Thendlord nced at Docie, slumped on the ground, her hair disheveled, offering no sympathy.


    “Stop crying and pack your stuff. You’ve got one day. If you’re not gone by then, I’ll toss your things out.”


    When thendlord left, Docie urgently grabbed her phone.


    She needed to tell her mother the disownment papers weren’t legally binding. But when she reached her, her mother, already expecting her, spoke tly.


    “If youe back, your father and I will lose our jobs. Without ie, we’ll be struggling. Would you still want toe home?”


    Docie remained silent, her phone still pressed to her ear. After ending the call, she stared nkly at Dane’s picture on the screen as it slowly dimmed.


    He appeared distant, dignified, and strikingly handsome. But now, her yearning for him felt like her shattered phone screen—broken and filled with regret.


    As Docie dragged her suitcase out of the rented apartment, she crossed paths with her two roommates returning from work. One of them hesitated, looking like she wanted to speak, but the other quickly tugged her away.


    At Johns Manor, the lights zed brightly. Madisyn and the rest of the Johns family sat around the dining table, their eyes fixed on Dane and Susan.


    Arge, custom-made cake sat elegantly in front of them.


    The cream patterns on the cake exuded warmth, and in the lower right corner, delicate lettering spelled out, “Wishing Dane and Susan all the best.”


    This celebratory cake had been speciallymissioned by ine from a pastry chef before dinner, ensuring that every ingredient was safe for Susan to enjoy.


    ine urged with a smile, “Susan, Dane, stop staring and blow out the candles already. May you both be safe and sound for the rest of your lives!”


    “Got it, Mom.” Dane chuckled, then gently helped Susan to her feet. “Susan, let’s blow out the candles together.”


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