Prisci looked at him coldly.


    Dillon disliked her attitude, but thinking of what was toe, he


    forced down his displeasure. “Wes got hit by me by mistake because he was trying to protect you.”


    “If the Carlton family asks, you know what to say, right?”


    Wesley’s health was a big deal. Normally, even a scratch would be thoroughly investigated, let alone an injury to such an important area as the back of his head.


    The Carlton family would definitely look into it.


    And Dillon’s meaning was clear: he wanted Prisci to take the me.


    A chill ran down Prisci’s back. “You mean, you want me to lie to the Carlton family and say I hit him?”


    Dillon said unhappily, “He was only trying to protect you.”


    Prisci’s heart sank to the bottom. How could there be a father like this in the world, forcing his daughter to take responsibility for his own mistakes?


    If he hadn’t been so blindly biased, none of this would have happened.


    Seeing her remain silent, Dillon’s anger red. He said coldly, “Prisci, you and Wes are couples. The Carlton family, for Wes’s sake, won’t make things difficult for you.”


    “But if it were me, they wouldn’t let it go. You don’t want your


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    grandmother, at her age, to live in fear, do you?”


    Prisci’s eyes reddened with anger. Grandma again.


    Bonnie was her grandmother, but also his mother, the elder of the Wilburn family. Did he really not care at all?


    Dillon watched Prisci’s expression and knew his words had worked. He finally gave out a sigh of relief.


    “Prisci, it’s not that Dad wants to utilize Grandma to force you, but the Wilburn family’s current wealth was built up by me from nothing.”


    “You wouldn’t want the Carlton family, in a fit of anger, to let all my years of hard work go to waste, would you?”


    Fearing that Prisci still wouldn’t agree, he added, “Grandma is old now. She can’t take any more trouble.”


    Prisci sat on the bench outside the examination room and felt cold


    all over.


    “I understand.” Shepromised once again.


    Dillon let out a long sigh of relief and tried to ease their tense rtion. “Wes was willing to get hurt to protect you. Clearly, he cares about you. You should let go of what happened three years ago, live well with Wes, and have a child to secure your position as Mrs. Carlton. That’s more important than anything else.”


    “Shut up.” Prisci’s eyes were red and filled with hatred.


    Dillon was stunned for a moment and his gentle expression turned to anger again. “Prisci, I am your father.”


    How can a daughter tell her father to shut up?


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    Truly outrageous.


    “If you want me to do as you say, then just shut up.” Prisci was utterly disgusted.


    No matter how angry Dillon was, he could only swallow it.


    After a long wait, a doctor finally came out to tell Prisci that someone from the Carlton family had arrived, and Wesley had already been taken to a ward through another entrance.


    The examination showed nothing serious, but to be safe, Wesley would need to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.


    Wesley’s mother, Amelia Garcia, arrived and asked them to go to the doctor’s office.


    Prisci and Dillon went to the doctor’s office.


    Prisci’s rtionship with Amelia was just so–so. Otherwise, when she had her miscarriage before, Amelia wouldn’t have ignored her.


    She greeted Amelia lightly, “Mom.”


    Amelia who exuded wealth and elegance, with sharp and refined makeup, said coldly, “What kind of wife are you, letting Wes get hurt in such an important ce?”


    Dillon quickly interjected, “It’s all Prisci’s fault. She shouldn’t have fought with Wes and hurt him.”


    The office fell silent for a moment.


    Amelia turned to the doctor. “Didn’t you say Wes fell on his own?”


    The doctor looked wronged. “That’s what Mr. Carlton himself said.”


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    Amelia’s gaze turned icy as she stared at Prisci. “Youid a hand on Wes?”


    Prisci’s throat was dry; she couldn’t say a word.


    Originally, Wesley had told the doctor he fell, but Dillon who tried to clear himself, had exposed the lie.


    “Say.” Amelia raised her voice, with her stern expression.


    Dillon sighed heavily. “Amelia, you see…


    Amelia shot him a cold re. “The Wilburn family raised such a good daughter. She not only can’t take care of my son, but also even dares toy a hand on him.”


    Having achieved his goal, Dillon simply shut his mouth.


    “Both of you, get out.” Amelia drove the doctor and Dillon out.


    She sat on the sofa, regal and imposing, her sharp, critical gaze sizing up Prisci with contempt and harshness.