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    Secretly, Dani slid her left hand into her pocket and pressed the record button on her phone.


    Her pallidplexion was drenched with sweat, each drop trailing down her damp and strained forehead.


    Holding Joyce’s gaze, she demanded in a steady, clear voice, “So, it was you behind the fire all along, wasn’t it?”


    “Yes, I did it! The warehouse was drenched in gasoline, packed with explosives, all set to go up in mes the second you showed up.” Joyce gloated triumphantly, her voice dripping with arrogance.


    “And what good will your cloud surveince footage do, Dani? No one’s going to believe you. They’ll think the footage is manipted! Besides, I already wiped it clean. Dad and Alexander made it painfully clear today—they think you’re useless, not worth even a shred of trust.”


    With that, Joyce reclined on the hospital bed, a smirk ying across her face.


    “Keep kneeling,” shemanded smugly, crossing her legs.


    “Dani, you’re going to kneel before me like this forever!”


    Dani attempted to rise, her body straining against an invisible weight.


    Beads of sweat pooled on the floor, dampening the tiles beneath her. Her heart felt shattered, yet within the shards, a stubborn spark of hope flickered dimly.


    She had clung to the belief that Alexander, with his meticulous nature, would eventually see through the charade if he scrutinized the details more closely.


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    But reality was a cruel master. She had given Alexander too much credit.


    The sound of Alexander’s leather shoes echoed ominously as he approached. He towered over her, his gaze icy and unyielding.


    “Are you ready to apologize now?”


    Pain overwhelmed Dani, her consciousness wavering. She tilted her head to meet his eyes, her voice a faint whisper.


    “Have you considered every angle of this situation thoroughly?”


    A scornfulugh echoed above her, chilling in its disdain.


    His contempt was palpable, wrapping around her like an unrelenting frost.


    “Dani, stop being so pathetic. Just own up to what you’ve done already. Fine. Let’s end this marriage. I’m done wasting my life on someone as malicious as you.”


    At his words, Dani’s rigid posture crumbled. Destion engulfed her heart.


    “For thest time, I’m innocent.”


    Summoning thest remnants of her strength, Dani leaned against the wall to pull herself upright.


    Though her face was gaunt, her eyes glimmered with an indomitable spirit. She fixed her gaze on Alexander, articting each word with precision.


    “Fine by me. I’ll dly take the divorce. Why would I want a husband too blind to see the truth?”


    Dani retreated to her shared ward.


    Murmurs from a few patients fluttered around her. With her own phone inoperable, she borrowed one from a neighboring patient.


    Instead of making a call, she simply sent a text message.


    “Lillian, send people to Northpoint Hospital toe get me.”


    Without dy, Lillian replied, “Right away!”


    Dani’s condition was deteriorating. By the time Lillian Dawson reached her, a severe fever had set in.


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