Chapter 1151:

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Debra’s POV:

As Alexandria and Dylan approached the back door of the car, my excitement spilled over into tears.

Caleb opened the door, ready to usher Dylan inside.

Just as the door swung open, Mae sensed something amiss and hurled a sharp scalpel toward Dylan.

My heart nearly stopped as I caught sight of the glinting blade through the window.

Caleb reacted swiftly, reaching out to shield Dylan. But the sudden danger froze Dylan in his tracks.

Caleb’s attempt wasn’t quick enough. As the scalpel flew toward Dylan’s back, Alexandria instinctively stepped in front of him, taking the hit herself.

She groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground.

The scene stunned everyone.

Caleb was the first to recover, quickly pulling Dylan into the safety of the car and holding him close.

Carlos and Cristina attended to Alexandria, with Cristina pressing her hands against the bleeding wound, her cries filling the air.

After a moment, Cory rushed over to help.

Mae, realizing her plan had failed, turned to flee.

However, she hadn’t gone far when a bullet struck her chest.

A loud bang echoed as Mae fell to the ground.

The gunshot made Dylan tremble with fear. He curled up in Caleb’s arms, on the verge of tears.

Caleb instructed the driver, “Go back to the manor!”

As the car engine roared to life, Caleb lowered the window to address Carlos, who was holding a bloodied Alexandria. “I’ll leave this mess to you.”

Carlos, struggling to contain his grief, nodded firmly. “Understood. Don’t worry, I will handle it.”

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Caleb offered Carlos a meaningful 100k, then turned his attention back to Dylan, ensuring the boy felt safe as we sped away from the chaos.

After returning to the manor, Dylan was visibly shaken and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Caleb settled Dylan in his room. I stood beside the bed, tears streaming down my face as I watched over him.

Caleb wasted no time in summoning the family doctor to check on Dylan.

After a thorough examination, the doctor offered a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to worry. Dylan is just deeply frightened, which caused him to faint. A few days of rest, and he should recover fully.”

Relief washed over me, and I nodded through my tears, grateful that Dylan was unharmed.

Once the doctor had departed, Caleb drew me into a gentle embrace. “It’s all right now,” he whispered soothingly. “It’s over. No one will hurt you or the kids ever again.”

I responded only by leaning into him, letting my silent tears flow.

Three days later, Dylan seemed physically recovered, yet he was subdued. During this time, I stayed constantly by Dylan’s side, with Caleb also remaining close to home, only stepping out for essential work.

A week later, Dylan began to show signs of emotional recovery, gradually seeming to forget the terrifying events he had experienced.

I decided it was time for Dylan and Elena to enjoy some fresh air, so I took them to the manor’s garden.

However, mindful of recent events, I doubled the number of bodyguards accompanying them.

As we relaxed in the garden pavilion, watching the children play, Caleb took my hand and reassured me, “Relax. I’ve resolved all the issues with the Vargas family. No one can threaten you or the children’s safety now.”

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