A ten percent chance of success was no different from guaranteed failure. If he went through with this surgery, her son’s legs would be ruined for good. That bitch, Camila Davis! How could she be so cruel? If she had just agreed to help, her son wouldn't need to seek out some quack doctor overseas. First, Camila stole her granddaughter, and now she was going to destroy her son. If she wouldn't show any regard for their past, then she couldn't be blamed for being ruthless in return. A venomous hatred flared in Barbara Jones’s eyes as she secretly made a decision. Jordan, unaware of her inner turmoil, simply wheeled himself back to his room to rest. The flight was scheduled for the next morning. Just as they were about to leave, Barbara suddenly clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain. “Oh, my stomach hurts so much! I must have eaten something bad this morning. Jordan, why don’t you and your father go ahead? I’ll catch a later flight…” Her pained expression seemed genuine. Jordan didn’t think much of it and left with Nathan. Mason Smith stayed behind with her. Though annoyed by the delay, he asked with some concern, “Do you need to see a doctor?” “No, no.” Barbara held her stomach, listening intently. As soon as she heard Jordan’s car drive away, she straightened up, her face returning to normal. All signs of pain had vanished. Mason stared at her, stunned. “What are you doing?” Barbara didn’t bother to hide her intentions. “I can’t just go back like this, not after everything. I don’t know what’s gotten into Jordan, but Lillian is a Smith. She belongs with us, not here in Cabinda being raised as someone else’s granddaughter. If we’re leaving, we’re taking her with us!” Mason thought her plan was reckless. “Don’t go looking for trouble. If we do this, we’ll be violating the agreement. If Camila decides to press the issue, we might never see Lillian again.” But Barbara was brimming with a strange confidence. “We’ll use Lillian as leverage to make Camila Davis treat Jordan. She used to be head-over-heels in love with him. Taking Lillian is just an excuse, a way to give her an opening to come back. Once she’s treating Jordan, they’ll spend time together, and maybe they can rekindle their old feelings. Then they’ll get back together, and everything will be fine.” She was convinced her plan was flawless. Seeing Mason’s hesitation, she pressed on, “Just listen to me. Once Camila agrees to treat Jordan, I promise I’ll be nicer to her.” “This won’t work,” Mason insisted. “Have you even considered what Jordan would think? You need to calm down and come back to Harrisburg with us.” His refusal infuriated her. “Why are you being such a coward?” she snapped. “Can you really bear to watch our proud son be crippled for life? Without Jordan, who will take over the Smith Group?” Her words hit their mark. The future of the Smith Group was paramount. “Fine,” he relented. “I’ll get my men to move on Camila Davis’s place.” Cynthia Lee, who had been secretly monitoring the Smiths, quickly learned of their plan. She had been waiting for an opportunity to get rid of Camila Davis but had so far been unsuccessful. Now, with the Smiths on the move, she rushed to her father with the news. Nicholas Lee listened, his expression grave, and then gave her a stark warning. “The smartest move is to find a scapegoat. The last thing you want is to get your own hands dirty.”

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