?Chapter 470:


    Turning to her husband, Katrina said, “Caiden, Dani is targeting Joyce!”


    Caiden had juste home, slightly buzzed from an evening out. Heughed it off with a dismissive wave. Katrina raised her voice, desperate.


    “I’m serious! Dani’s distributed dividends from the robotics firm frequently, and her re just now… it was as if she wanted me dead.


    You’ve seen Joyce grow. We can’t let Dani harm her.”


    Again, Caiden brushed her concerns aside.


    “Dani’s got too much on her te for such pettiness. She wouldn’t target Joyce over something trivial like Alexander. If she wanted to hurt Joyce, why would she have given her shares in the first ce?”


    Katrina faltered, at a loss for words.


    Caiden shrugged, rxed.


    “She would only be really angry when Brylee was involved.”


    Without bothering to freshen up, Caiden covered himself with a nket,y down, and soon began snoring. Katrina, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with anxiety.


    She reached for her phone and dialed.


    “Mom, I think Dani remembers what happened to Brylee.”


    “What? That happened so long ago. Don’t work yourself up. Even if Dani suspects something, does she have any proof? She was only five when Brylee died. Can you remember anything from when you were five? By now, she’s probably forgotten it all.”


    Katrina’s expression darkened, and her voice dropped to a murmur.


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    “Five years old… Surely she remembers more than that.”


    Briefly hesitating, Katrina then instructed, “Mom, we need a hypnotist, but not the old one. Find someone young and attractive. I intend for Dani to meet her mother’s fate!”


    As she hung up, Katrina nced nervously towards the bedroom.


    Caught up in thoughts of Brylee, she realized she had neglected her usual cautions. She picked up a fruit knife and paused by the bedside.


    Her hand clenched tightly around the knife, her determination firm.


    Meanwhile, Caiden continued to snore, unaware of the tension.


    Katrina exhaled slowly, her nerves easing slightly. She scolded herself internally to remain vignt.


    She couldn’t let Dani turn the tables on her after all these years.


    Katrina headed to the bathroom to freshen herself up. Unbeknownst to her, Caiden’s eyes fluttered open in the bedroom. His hand was damp, his grip uneasy.


    The sharp edge of the fruit knife glinted menacingly on the nightstand. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Caiden’s forehead.


    He wiped his brow roughly, his hand shaking, then closed his eyes once more.


    Silence surrounded the room again, as though the night had swallowed the earlier disturbance.


    The next morning, Cedric stepped out of Dani’s room.


    It was still early, five o’clock in the morning.


    The house was eerily quiet.


    As Cedric made his way downstairs, he found Caiden lingering near the door to his own room.


    Cedric hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected sight.


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