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    From this moment forward, she resolved to reserve her heart for those who truly loved her.


    The old Dani had perished in the mes.


    The naive and deceived Dani was gone, once and for all.


    The rumors online were spreading rapidly, each update adding more fuel to the fire. It seemed as if unseen hands were stoking the gossip, making it burn even brighter.


    “No wonder people say being a stepmother is a challenge. And even her biological daughter doesn’t have it easy either. Dani must be the mastermind behind the fire incident, trying to take Joyce out!”


    “Exactly! Did you hear that Dani is indulging in some fancy hospital room that costs six grand a night? Her father and stepmother are at her beck and call, and her husband’s there, peeling fruit for her like she’s some queen. Meanwhile, poor Joyce is crammed into a room with five others, struggling even to get water!”


    “No doubt about it—Dani must have everything handed to her on a silver tter!”


    “That’s right. Dani got out of the hospital already, but Joyce is stillid up there. I heard Joyce ended up with a broken rib and a scar on her face.”


    “Poor Joyce! Dani’s absolutely despicable! Just because she’s the biological daughter, does she deserve royal treatment?”


    Amidst the swirling vortex of distorted rumors, onement in the online chaos stood out, shedding a different light on the situation.


    “I’m sharing a ward with five others at Northpoint Hospital, and Dani was here with us. Honestly, she’s a genuinely nice person—beautiful, kind, and nothing like the spoiled heiress everyone makes her out to be. It’s her husband who’s the real piece of work!”


    Thisment was soon engulfed by a wave of dismissive responses, with critics sneeringly using Dani of paying people to spread falsehoods.


    Theizens jeered, dismissing the usation as absurd.


    Lillian, too, caught sight of thement and huffed derisively, “Ridiculous! Dani is a celebrated fashion titan, the visionary behind Elite Lux. If she hadn’t thrown her future away on that scoundrel, she’d top the list of the world’s wealthiest. What right do these nobodies have to judge?”


    Meanwhile, Dani remained unfazed by the online uproar, finding Lillian’s indignant expression somewhat amusing.


    “Are you seriouslyughing, Dani? You’re going to let these keyboard warriors hired by Joyce defame you?”


    Dani held up her phone, the recording on full disy, and smirked.


    “Definitely not.”


    Lillian’s eyes popped wide open in surprise.


    “What?”


    cing her phone back into her pocket, Dani dered nonchntly, “I’ve decided—it’s time to file for a divorce.”


    She spoke with a chilling calmness, her voice devoid of any trace of emotion.


    Lillian’s mouth fell open in shock.


    With a yful grin, Dani nudged Lillian’s chin up.


    “Have the legal department prepare a divorce agreement for me.”


    A gleam of excitement shed across Lillian’s face.


    “Are you for real? You’re not joking, right?”


    Dani merely raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.


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