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Clutching at the shreds of her survival instinct, she managed to gasp out two words before slipping into unconsciousness: "Help me..."

At this moment, the Clarkson household seemed to be cloaked in a shroud of gloom, as if singled out by a persistent cloud of misfortune. Elsewhere, the sky was a canvas of stars and moonlight, casting a beautiful glow.

But over the Clarkson home, darkness prevailed.

Nelly's video wasn't meant for Dailey's eyes only; such a move wouldn't serve her intended purpose.

After the Clarkson family viewed it, they immediately restrained Dailey.

His phone had vanished into someone else's possession.

Upon watching the video, Dailey's expression darkened like a storm cloud, ready to burst.

He fixed Nelly with a cold gaze, his words slicing through the tension, "I underestimated you, Nelly."

He hadn't noticed the disappearance of his phone yet.

Jayne seized the moment to power his phone down, catching a glimpse of Christine's call before doing so.

No wonder Nelly was confident this would drive a wedge between Dailey and Christine, avoiding triggering Dailey's rebellious side.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She had an ace up her sleeve all along.

This reminded Jayne of Dailey's words about how no matter how well he treated Nelly, it was futile. The resentment rooted in being sent abroad had created a rift between them that Nelly wouldn't easily forget.

Reflecting now, Jayne found those words eerily accurate.

It was a shame about Nelly's background; with such cunning, she would have been an invaluable ally to Dailey.

"You wanted proof?" Normand pointed towards a smartphone lying on the coffee table. "This video clearly shows you forcing Nelly, and the timeline matches. The child can only be yours."

Dailey's lips pressed into a thin, sharp line.

His icy gaze swept over the room, then he let out a laugh, colder than winter itself.

"So what if it's mine?"

He stood beneath the light, yet it couldn't dispel the shadows in his eyes.

"Terminate it."

"What are you saying?" Jayne was the first to protest.

Both in business and personal beliefs, the Clarksons were followers of certain superstitions, including Jayne and Madge's devotion to their faith.

"We can afford to raise the child. Terminating it would be a sin. I won't allow it!"

Madge echoed, "I don't agree either."

Dailey remained silent, casting a glance backward. Primo stepped forward at once.

"Check if the video's been doctored."

Primo moved to act, but Jayne had already taken the phone.

"Is this what we taught you, Dailey?"

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Jayne's voice carried a note of displeasure. "Facing problems head-on is what we do. If they can't be solved, we don't run away. We find a compromise."

Dailey's laugh was full of scorn. "Haven't I dealt with it?"

Jayne was momentarily speechless.

Madge intervened: "Terminating the pregnancy is your solution?"

"You need to think of another."

Dailey's sarcasm intensified, "You've all made up your minds. You're just waiting to hear it from me."

When it came to the Clarkson family's interests and reputation, they were ruthless.

If Christine had been the one pregnant, the child would have no chance of survival without a word being said.

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could even stabilize the turbulence caused by Dailey's relationship with Christine.

Such cunning calculations.

"Nelly, you better hope that night's surveillance can't be recovered. Otherwise, I'll make sure you regret plotting against me."

Nelly sat quietly in an armchair, tears silently streaming down her face.

Even as Dailey spoke to her, she trembled, shaking her head, looking as if she bore the weight of the world's cruelty, especially Dailey's.

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said. "The video clearly shows you dragging her into the room. Nelly was@creaming, begging you to stop, but you wouldn't listen."