Chapter 2107:

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Brendon was quickly dragged away, his desperate screams gradually fading into the distance while the grand wedding ceremony continued uninterrupted.

The wedding between Christina and Dylan instantly exploded across social media, becoming one of the most sensational events of the century.

“Oh my God! Their wedding venue looks like something out of a fantasy movie!”

“I heard Christina’s wedding gown was covered in diamonds, and even her veil alone cost millions! That level of luxury is insane.”

“That’s not even the craziest part. I heard world-class figures from politics and business all attended the ceremony. Christina is seriously legendary!”

The internet overflowed with envy, admiration, and endless praise for Christina, with countless people calling her the ultimate role model.

Two years later, Christina gave birth to twins—a son and a daughter—inside the most prestigious hospital in Lorbridge.

When the nurse brought the babies over for her to see, Christina noticed a tiny birthmark on her daughter’s arm shaped exactly like a bite mark. The moment she saw it, tears instantly flooded her eyes.

The mark appeared in the exact same place where she had once bitten Joelle’s arm.

Could it be possible that Joelle had truly returned to her?

𝖱𝘦а𝘥 𝘸𝗶𝗍𝘩𝗈𝘶𝗍 𝗶ո𝗍𝖾r𝘳u𝗽ti𝗼ns 𝘰𝗇 𝗴𝗮lnо𝘷𝖾l𝘀.cо𝗆

Christina cried so hard she could barely stop. The nurses became increasingly flustered when none of their attempts to comfort her worked.

One nurse hurried off to find Dylan while the others stayed beside Christina trying to soothe her.

The moment Dylan saw Christina sobbing so hard, his own heart seemed to ache painfully in response.

He walked over in a fluster and gently wiped away her tears. “I’m sorry,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with heartache. “Giving birth must’ve been unbearably painful.”

In Dylan’s eyes, Christina had always been strong enough to endure anything. Seeing her cry like this made him believe the pain must have been unimaginable.

“Yes, it hurt, but that’s not why I’m crying,” Christina said between sobs.

Dylan froze for a moment. “Then why? Did someone upset you?”

His expression darkened instantly as his sharp gaze swept coldly across the medical staff nearby.

The doctors and nurses hurriedly shook their heads in panic. None of them had done anything to offend Christina, nor would they ever dare.

“No, nobody upset me.” Christina carefully brought their daughter closer to Dylan and pointed toward the tiny birthmark on the baby’s arm.

“Look at this mark on her arm. It’s in the exact same place where I once bit Joelle.” As she spoke, her voice trembled with emotion once more. “Do you think… maybe Joelle really came back to me?”

“Maybe she did,” Dylan replied gently.

Christina continued softly, “We agreed before that if we had a son and a daughter, one child would take your surname and the other would take mine. So our son will carry your family name, and our daughter will carry mine. I’ve already chosen her name—Joy Jones. Whether she’s truly Joelle reborn or not, I just want her to live a carefree life without sorrow or pain. What do you think?”

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