“I won’t.” Juniper hated Cecilia to death, ring at her. “Cecilia, what right do you have to stay by Wes’s side? You’re not worthy at all.”


    Cecilia looked at her coolly, her calm gaze as if she were watching a joke.


    “Juniper, even when you’re naked, he doesn’t look at you. Is that something to be proud of?”


    She was angry and found everyone unpleasant to look at, refusing to swallow her words.


    If Johan hadn’t been holding her back, Juniper would have already lunged to hit someone.


    Her eyes red, she spat venomously, “Cecilia, what makes you so noble as an unwanted orphan? You only met Wes because you stole Prisci’s identity. What are you, really?”


    “If I were Prisci, and knew you used my identity to seduce a man, I’d regret ever saving an ingrate like you. I should have just let you die by the roadside.”


    “She must have been blind. Maybe, without you, she wouldn’t have died at all.”


    Cecilia’s pupils contracted, her face turning pale bit by bit.


    Juniper’s words had struck the most painful ce in her heart.


    Back then, if Prisci hadn’t tried to save her, she wouldn’t have died


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    “Enough.” Johan was furious, his eyes frosty, “Juniper, you have no right to speak here. Shut up.”


    But Juniper refused, “…”


    “Juniper, am I being too lenient with you?” Wesley red at Juniper, his expression dark and angry.


    His gaze was sharp and menacing.


    Juniper was frightened, but still didn’t think she was wrong.


    “Wes, she’s a murderer! How can you be with her, you…”


    Johan couldn’t listen anymore. He yanked his foolish sister hard. “Enough, Juniper.”


    “I…”


    “Juniper.” Johan shot her a warning re.


    Juniper shut her mouth, still fuming with indignation.


    Johan apologized to Cecilia, “Ms. Zamora, I apologize on Juniper’s behalf. I hope you can forgive her for her reckless words this time.”


    Cecilia’s fingers trembled, unable to speak.


    All these years, even though Prisci had chosen it herself, Cecilia still felt guilty.


    She often woke up from nightmares.


    Wesley gripped her cold hand tightly, sneering, “Do you think a single apology can make up for what she’s done?”


    Johan was silent for a few seconds, then apologized again. “On the project, the Johnson family will concede two percent.”


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    Those two points were to pay for Juniper’s reckless words.


    Wesley said indifferently, “For ten years, the Johnson family will give. Ci two percent of the project’s annual profits.”


    Only withpensation does it count as an apology.


    “Why should we?” Juniper protested.


    “Fine.” Johan agreed.


    He pulled Juniper away.


    After leaving, Juniper shook off his hand and angrily demanded, “Johan, how could you agree to that? What right does Cecilia have to get two percent of the profits for nothing?”


    Johan had finally reached his limit.


    He said coldly, “Wesley doesn’t like you at all. Stop pestering him. Come back with me tomorrow.”


    Juniper’s eyes were red as she took out her phone. “I’m going to tell Dad that you’re helping outsiders bully me.”


    Johan hadpletely lost his patience. He opened the car door and got in. “Do as you please.”


    Inside the vi, Amelia was a little uneasy.


    Juniper and Wesley were of the same generation, so Wesley could handle her, but Amelia was an elder, so Frank had to step in.


    Frank showed Amelia no mercy, scolding her for being blinded byrd and actually drugging her own son.


    Amelia argued, “I did it for his own good. Who told him to like a


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    woman like that?”


    She wouldn’t even say Cecilia’s name, which showed just how much she despised her.


    Prisci was one thing–though she disliked her, at least she was innocent. But what was Cecilia? An orphan from an orphanage, with no parents, even taking someone else’s identity.


    How could she possibly be Wesley’s wife?


    Did the Carlton family have no sense of dignity left?


    Frank’s face was grim. “She’s carrying your grandchild.”


    “What grandchild? I don’t acknowledge it.” Amelia said contemptuously.


    She made her stance clear today–she would never ept a daughter–in-w like Cecilia.


    Frank stood up with his cane and said coldly, “As long as she’s willing, she’s part of the Carlton family. If you don’t acknowledge her, at most the child won’t call you grandma, but he will still be a descendant of the Carlton family.”


    In other words, Amelia’s opinion didn’t matter.


    Frank’s recognition of her status was more reliable than anything else.


    Cecilia lowered her eyes, her heart as calm as still water.


    She felt not the slightest affection for the Carlton family.


    Amelia was about to speak again when Wesley interrupted, his voice indifferent: “You should move back to the mansion.”


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    Amelia couldn’t believe it. “Wes.”


    “Mom, I’ll decide my own life.” Wesley squeezed Cecilia’s hand. “Worry less and enjoy life more.”