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    Caiden’s words grew increasingly cutting, his voice rising with unchecked arrogance.


    Dani remained calm, her expression serene, as though his insults barely registered. She had long since grown ustomed to her father’s harsh words. But across the room, Cedric’s eyes narrowed, a dark shadow clouding his face.


    When Dani nced at him, she noticed the storm brewing in his expression. She offered him a faint, reassuring smile.


    Turning back to Caiden, Dani spoke evenly, her voice controlled and almost gentle.


    “The floors? Of course. And the renovations? Why not? You’re absolutely right. Now that I’ve done well, it’s only fair to help my sister.”


    The moment she said this, Caiden, Katrina, and Joyce visibly rxed. Relief washed over their faces, quickly reced by smug satisfaction. Dani was still the same meek, pliable girl, too weak to stand up for herself.


    Katrina and Joyce exchanged a fleeting look of regret, realizing they could’ve demanded much more. Ten floors, perhaps even more than that—Dani would’ve agreed without a fight.


    “Good,” Caiden said curtly, rising to his feet, his difort with Cedric’s oppressive presence evident. Straightening his jacket, he turned to Dani with his usualmanding tone.


    “Start the paperwork. Transfer those floors to Joyce. And make sure the renovations use the best materials. No cutting corners—anything less will only cause problems for her down the line.” He turned to the door, ready to leave.


    “Joyce?” Dani’s voice rang out, calm yet deliberate, halting him mid-step.


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    “Dad, what exactly are you saying? You expect me to hand over the floors to Joyce and pay for her renovations? Are you joking?” Caiden froze, his expression darkening as his face tightened.


    “But you just said—”


    “I said I had no issue helping my sister. But you meant Joyce? Well, that’s an issue.


    You see, I hold blood ties in the highest regard. And Joyce? She doesn’t share my mother’s blood. So no, I don’t see her as my sister. And you want me to hand over my property to her?” Her smile widened, though her gaze was razor-sharp.


    “If I did that, my mother would surely curse me from her grave for being so stupid. Do you even remember my mother, Dad? When she died, she was drenched in blood. Justst night, I thought I heard her voice. She told me she had only one daughter. When you started talking about helping a sister, for a moment, I thought maybe you and my mom had another child somewhere I didn’t know about. What a pity.”


    Caiden’s face flushed with anger, his bnce faltering as he staggered slightly, his fury barely contained.


    “Your mom and I only had you! I married your stepmother, and Joyce is your sister!”


    Dani remained unruffled, her faint smile still in ce.


    “Oh, I see now.


    You mean the baggage that the woman you chose brought into the family. And now you expect me to take care of it? Keep dreaming.”


    “Dani!” Caiden roared, his face turning a deep, furious red.


    “Watch your mouth!”


    His anger boiled over, his hand flying into the air, ready to strike.


    The p was just about tond. Dani frowned, ready to react, when suddenly someone stepped in front of her. There stood Cedric, shielding her decisively. Towering and formidable, his presence sliced through the tension, exuding an undeniablemand that seemed to stabilize the air around him.


    Dani, perplexed yet oddly reassured, remained motionless, her eyes drifting downward to notice Cedric’s other hand, balled into a firm fist at his side.


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