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It wasn’t her who made Larissa stay out there.
“You… you’repletelywless!”
Luna sounded distressed. “Larissa admitted her mistakes and apologized. Why won’t you forgive her?”
“Must you really drive her out of the Carlton house?”
“But she shares blood with Wesley. You’re the outsider here.”
Luna’s tone grew sharper with each word,
as if Cecilia were some kind of gue.
“Larissa has her ws, but she never truly harmed you, Cecilia. How could you be so cruel–locking her out all night?”
Cecilia had heard enough. She stood up, coldly eyeing Tania. “If I recall correctly, Wesley sent her back home yesterday. If her own home won’t have her, and she insists oning where she’s unwee… one wonders who she means to annoy.”
Tears streaming down her face, Tania pleaded, “She just wanted to apologize.”
“To apologize or to harm the baby in my belly?”
Cecilia bluntly invoked her pregnancy.
This child held immense significance now.
“She’s not that kind of person.”
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“Not that kind? Then why did she insist on barging in uninvited<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Tania fell silent, unable to counter.
Indeed, Larissa had insisted oning.
Chu Yue sighed. “Cecilia, harmony at home brings prosperity. Don’t you understand? Your theatrics only give outsiders reason tough at us.”
Cecilia tilted her head. “You just called me an outsider. What does your family’s prosperity have to do with me?”
Chu Yue stammered, “You
—
She’d finally witnessed Cecilia’s sharp tongue firsthand.
“See them out.”
Cecilia dismissed them coldly, adding, “From now on, no one enters without my permission.”
“Yes.”
Tania nearly erupted in curses!
Frowning, Chu Yue realized it wasn’t that Larissa hadn’t tried hard enough–Cecilia was simply imprable.
Another approach was needed.
She led Tania away.
Cecilia brushed off the incident entirely. She tidied up and headed straight to her studio!
Wesley called her after she finished handling some trivial matters.
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Silence hung on the line, broken only by faint breathing.
Cecilia had little patience. “I’m hanging up if you’ve got nothing to Say <i>” </i>
“Come home early for dinner.”
Wesley ended the call.
Cecilia frowned. His tone hadn’t been pleasant, probably because of Larissa.
She dismissed it.
Two more hours passed in the afternoon before Chu Fangfei arrived.
She watched Gwendolyn quietly for a moment before asking softly, “Is this your son?”
“Yes.”
Cecilia nodded.
Chu Fangfei’s smile looked strained.
She’d told her mother about Luciano, only to receive a bombshell revtion:
Luciano and Cecilia had a son together.
Unable to believe it, she’d rushed over.
Studying the child now, she saw traces of Luciano in his features.
She struggled to ept this.
“You and Luciano.. you two…” Chu Fangfei stumbled over her words.
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Her heart felt unbearably sour.
Cecilia ignored her, taking Gwendolyn’s hand to leave.
Chu Fangfei couldn’t hold back. “Do you still have feelings for him now?”
Cecilia rested a hand lightly on her own abdomen. “What do you think?”
She left the question unanswered.
Chu Fangfei’s eyes brimmed with tears, on the verge of copse. “You… you…”
“Fangfei, what are you doing here?”
Luciano’s voice suddenly cut through the air.
He strode to Chu Fangfei’s side, noticing her tears.
“What’s wrong?”
Cecilia stated bluntly: “She found out. Luciano Jr. is your son.”
Urgency shed across Luciano’s face. “Fangfei, let me exin.”
He grasped her hands, genuine and heartfelt. “Fangfei, Luciano Jr. was just an ident. He stays with Cecilia now. Please don’t hold it against me?”
His plea was humble and cautious.
Cecilia’s pupils dted in shock, but she remained silent.
She couldn’t believe Luciano had developed feelings for Chu Fangfei so quickly.
What was he scheming?
Her mind raced–should she help Luciano now?
But remembering it was Chu Fangfei across from her, she dismissed the thought.
Chu Fangfei dabbed her eyes, turned, and drove away.
Luciano chased after her for a few steps, then stopped.
The tenderness vanished from his eyes.
“What are you nning?”
Cecilia demanded directly.
Luciano ruffled Luciano Jr.’s hair, his tone t. “I’m pursuing her.”
Pursuing?
Cecilia didn’t buy it. “You don’t like her.”
She knew Luciano.
That’s why she didn’t understand.
Luciano chuckled, his voice light. “No, I like her.”
“You…”
Cecilia still didn’t believe it.
But Luciano said nothing more. He waved and left.
Ping’an tugged Cecilia’s hand, asking innocently, “Mommy, does Daddy like that auntie?”
Cecilia didn’t answer, sighing softly.
It was nearly six when they returned to Chaston Vi. Two cars <b>sat </b>in the driveway–one Cecilia had seen that morning.
Yue was here again.
Holding Ping’an’s hand, she entered. Yue’s voice carried from the living room.
“Wesley, I’m telling you, you really need to talk to Cecilia. As the wife, how could she let her sister–inw stay out in the rain all night?”
“Even now, Larissa’s fever hasn’t broken; and she hasn’t even checked on her. It’s just heartless.”