Chapter 820

Jayne caught on quickly after a moment of thought, her displeasure evident. "It's all because you pointed him in that direction."

Normand, usually so stern, found himself momentarily at a loss.

"I originally didn't want him to go after Christine. Who knew his mind worked so fast?"

Jayne's pride suddenly resurfaced. "Well, of course. Who do you think he gets it from?"

Without missing a beat, Normand retorted, "Yes, from you. Now, for a woman, he's ready to turn his back on the Clarksons. You're his mother. What's your brilliant plan, Mrs. Clarkson?" Jayne was at a loss for words.

Dailey had grown up. Unlike when he was a child, smart and not easily fooled, he was no longer someone they could easily influence.

"I suspect," Normand began his analysis, "Gregory mentioned giving Dailey a major gift, likely the truth about Nelly's pregnancy. Dailey's wedding is probably his way of exposing Nelly's deeds in front of everyone, leading to her downfall." Jayne felt a tightness in her chest. "So, does that mean Dailey still intends to be with Christine?"

Normand's expression darkened. "Then we must crush that hope before it takes root. Find out where Christine is, discreetly."

Jayne hesitated. "Must we go to such lengths? If Dailey finds out we went after Christine, he'll lose it."

Christine holding him back, Dailey might become utterly fearless and

"Of course, we can't let

"Let's have someone else do the dirty

...

results weren't

comfortably. "Fancy a game?" He gestured with his phone to Dailey, who was lounging on the sofa. Dailey booted up the game, accepting Gregory's

"Your parents are sharp, living up to their age. They were just caught off guard earlier but must've figured out your wedding

probably go after

mouth, reclined on the sofa, legs

detached. "So, you're

don't know," Gregory simply

Dailey didn't press further.

a

until dawn when Dr. Andrews finally sent

awakened,

the test

Dr. Andrews, Dailey's expressionnet

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