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The message was unmistakable—she epted responsibility, but she would not lower herself to an apology.

Jonathan read the meaning tucked between her lines and studied her silently. Then, without warning, his lips parted in a slow, dazzling smile. The amusement in his eyes softened the edge of his features, giving him an effortless charm that few could match. “With that silver tongue, Miss Hond, you ought to be part of my family.”

Corrine raised an eyebrow, her smile subtle, almost amused. “You tter me.”

He never intended to pursue the matter tonight. Had he wanted revenge, he would have let the man bludgeon Waldo to death while standing idly by. If a fatality had urred on his property, at worst, the authorities would have shut him down temporarily for investigation. He would survive it.fn4bca ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? FιndＮovel/fn4bca

Still, Corrine’s continued defense of Waldo stirred something uneasy in his chest.

He did not voice it, but the displeasure lingered.

Despite Jonathan’s silence, Corrine still drew out a pen and signed a check—neat, efficient, detached.

When it was time to leave, Jonathan escorted her to the door himself.

As Nate walked ahead toward the parking lot to retrieve the car, Jonathan’s voice broke the silence. “Now that he is gone… is there something you wish to say to me?”

Corrine’s steps faltered for half a second. Surprise flickered in her eyes before sheposed herself again. She thought she had hidden her true thoughts well. Clearly, Jonathan saw through every veil she wore.

When she said nothing, Jonathan did not press. His tone remained indifferent, though a trace of indulgenceced his words. “If you would rather keep it to yourself, then so be it.”

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Corrine hesitated. Her lips parted, and then pressed together again before she finally spoke. “Did that man offend you?”

Jonathan turned his head slightly. “And what makes you think that?”

“You made him kneel… and eat shards of ss.”

That punishment was not just brutal—it was calcted, and potentially fatal. It was not the kind of retaliation one handed out over a petty slight. If the man had not crossed a serious line, Corrine could not imagine why Jonathan would respond with such cold violence.

A faint smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “Offended? Not quite. He simply said something he should not have.”

The man had dared to boast in front of him. That alone deserved far worse. Jonathan had shown restraint—cutting out his tongue would have been more fitting.

Corrine gave a small nod, just as Nate’s car rolled into view. Her fingers tightened slightly at her side. She hesitated—just long enough to wonder if she should even say what pressed against her chest. But then, she did. “The medication you use has severe side effects. Long-term use could lead to cancer. I do not know how long you have been on it, or how much it has already affected your body. But if possible, I hope you will go for a thorough examination at the hospital.”

The moment she learned the truth from Eaton, the weight of it settled heavily on her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

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