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    Katrina scoffed bitterly.


    “I don’t have that kind of money. What do you want me to do, sell myself?”


    At this, Joyce’s expression hardened, and her eyes grew icy.


    “Mom, must you stand in the way of my sess? What’s happened to you? You’ve changed, and it breaks my heart.”


    Katrina was so enraged that she was speechless. Joyce stared defiantly at her mother, her voice cold and detached.


    “Fine. Don’te to regret this.” With those words, Joyce stormed out.


    Later that day, Joyce became the subject of viral videos across all tforms. Her appearance was disheveled, her expression haggard, and her confessions shocking. She openly admitted to infidelity and med herself for the dissolution of her marriage.


    She even branded herself a whore in front of the cameras.


    Katrina, watching the videos, felt her heart splinter into fragments.


    This was the daughter she had adored for over two decades. She was doing this to quell the Bet family’s scandal and get money from them.


    For Milo, Joyce had sacrificed her dignity and trashed her own reputation.


    The ache in Katrina’s chest was agonizing.


    Only then did she grasp the true weight of Joyce’s parting words: “Don’t regret it.”


    But it was already toote.


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    Joyce again squandered the eight million dors she had taken from the Bet family.


    That night, Katrina sat in the living room, the inte ame with scorn and ridicule, while calls from dismayed rtives flooded in.


    Caiden, who seldom reached out, finally called.


    “I can’t believe I ever married you.


    You and Joyce have brought disgrace upon me. I’m severing all ties with her.” With that, Caiden hung up, his decision as final as when he had disowned Dani.


    Katrina copsed onto the couch, unable to utter a word for three long days and nights.


    The once poised woman, always impably dressed, now seemed drained of life, her face etched with premature lines, gray hairs emerging one by one.


    One morning, as Cedric descended the stairs, Katrina’s weary eyes lifted to meet his. She pleaded, “Please, Cedric, save Joyce. If no one helps her, her life will be ruined forever!”


    Cedric paused on the staircase, his gaze icy and distant.


    “When Dani was left to fend for herself, did any of you consider stepping in to save her? Joyce still has your support, but back then, Dani had nobody. Her family showed lesspassion than mere strangers. Dani was once vibrant and spirited. Do you realize you crushed her spirit, leaving her so numbed by pain that she no longer even weeps? It was you. Every single one of you. And now, you’ve earned every bit of this miserable downfall.”


    Katrina had always perceived Cedric as devoid of emotion, a fixture of stoic detachment.


    Yet, in that fleeting moment, she glimpsed a fierce hatred zing in his eyes. A chill ran down her spine.


    Without another word, Cedric’s stoic mask returned as he turned and disappeared into his room.


    After Alexander gave Joyce eight million dors, Bet Group’s ounts dwindled to a mere few hundred dors, driving Richard to such a peak of fury that itnded him in the hospital.


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