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Chapter 0094

Candice stood there watching this dramatic situation play out and felt a chill in her fingertips.

She slowly recovered her voice and questioned, “Are you…”

Choked, words failed her, and she failed to express her feelings.

Yvonne let go of Peach’s hand and looked expectantly at Candice. She begged, “Candy.”

Candice diverted her eyes, inhaling deeply, about to respond.

Greg cut in, “It was me who called the police. What’s the point of you bothering her?”

Caught off guard, Yvonne hesitated, then turned to Greg.

Disheveled from Ivor’s attack, her hair and clothes a mess, she clasped her hands together, imploring, “Can

you talk to the police? Ask them not to arrest my husband.”

Greg and Alex exchanged glances, with the latter remaining mute.

With a disapproving frown, Greg cautiously asked, “You do understand your husband has assaulted someone, right?”

“No,” Yvonne quickly clarified. “He didn’t mean any harm. He was just upset.”

Greg struggled to grasp her logic. He glanced at Candice, who had turned away with her lips pressed together tightly.

Following his gaze, Yvonne seized Candice’s hand, asserting, “She’s my daughter. This is a family matter. It shouldn’t involve the police.”

In her haste, her long nails scraped Candice’s hand, leaving a faint mark.

Yvonne’s grip was surprisingly powerful, and despite Candice’s efforts, she was unable to break away.

She then turned to Candice, urging, “Isn’t this man your boss? Tell him!”

Candice felt a coldness settle in her heart. She stifled her anger and retorted, “What is there to explain? I don’t even know him. Didn’t you see him trying to hit me?”

These were the harshest words she had ever spoken to her mother, and Yvonne froze in stupor.

“But he didn’t

her mother, her anger dissolving, and

police quickly took

was her husband and

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suffocating sensation, her chest aching sharply.

that checked

as she saw Ivor being pushed into the police car. Turning

assault on her,

noticed amidst the chaos, and he

was nothing

severity of his injury, she realized the force Ivor

paled as she looked at

glance, his tone dismissive. “I’m not as delicate as you think.”

something, but Alex, furrowing his brow, impatiently pressed her, “Focus on

and she saw Yvonne sitting on the ground with Peach, muttering

silence, she

Peach’s medical bills, but

looked up with tears in her eyes, accusing,

to offer comfort but halted and retracted her

a scoundrel, but he brings in

what we live on. How can you be

struck Candice deeply. Her own mother branded her cold and selfish for a mere two thousand.

lost in

up into Alex’s deep eyes.

“Here’s your stuff.”

the medicine bag she had

took the bag, her lips stretching in a weary attempt at

with a slightly pensive look and remarked, “You really have a knack for getting

detecting the sarcasm, was too drained

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Greg could not resist chiming in, “Hey, can’t you be

it directly. There’s no need for harsh words.”

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