Chapter 1027: Guilt

Chapter 1027: Guilt

Brody's thoughts were evident to the Wesley family, thanks to Ayan's

reminder.

Mr. Wesley took a deep breath as he examined Brody's expression. He

addressed Brody, "Since you think we're afraid of losing face, what

about you? Isn't the Armstrong family concerned? If this matter gets

exposed, do you believe you'll be able to walk away unscathed? You

sold your own daughter to us, even though her relationship with her ex-

husband is still good. But for the sake of money, you insist on doing

this.”

Brody's face stiffened, and there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.

But soon, he feigned composure and said, "If you want to do it this way,

then do it. Do you think I'm afraid? Ayan has already been implicated in

this, and Armstrong Corp is on the brink of bankruptcy. I've paid such a

high price. Now you want me to refund your money? That's impossible.

You can either take the money or my life. If you can take it, then take

it"

Brody was now shameless. Once the money was in his pocket, he had

no intention of giving it up easily.

Both parties couldn't come to an agreement, and threats were

exchanged. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, leading to a

heated argument, with Page joining in.

If it weren't for the presence of bodyguards, a physical confrontation

might have erupted. What they didn't know was that even if a fight

broke out, the bodyguards wouldn't intervene. Ayan had instructed

them to follow the Wesley family and monitor whether they met the

Armstrong family, not to protect the Wesley family. Therefore, they had

no obligation to intervene.

Finally, the Armstrong family used the excuse of trespassing on private

property to drive away the Wesley family. Since it wasn't in Chesen, the

Wesley family didn't dare to push their luck and had to let the

Armstrong family have their way.

After leaving the Armstrong's villa, Mr. Wesley exchanged glances with

Mrs. Wesley and then looked at the bodyguards. "It's quite late. You

should go back for now. We need to find a hotel to rest.”

"Mr. Simpson said that until this matter is resolved, we will follow both

of you. So wherever you go, we go," the bodyguard replied coldly.

Mrs. Wesley grew anxious. "You're monitoring us, but we also need our

own private space."

The bodyguards remained firm and disregarded Mrs. Wesley's words.

They had no choice but to comply.

As for accommodations, they had to cover the expenses themselves,

including the fees for the bodyguards. This incident had left them losing

both the money and a potential daughter-in-law.

Back at the hotel, Mr. and Mrs. Wesley struggled with their decision.

Mrs. Wesley asked, "What should we do?"

"Ayan is more important to us than the Armstrong family. Since we can't

offend Ayan, we'll have to offend the Armstrong family. The Armstrong

family is already in the wrong. If they give us the money, we'll be even,

otherwise, this won't end well," Mr. Wesley said with a snort.

Mrs. Wesley was somewhat uncertain. "What do you mean?"

"The Armstrong family values their reputation, right? Let's forget about

that reputation and see who loses face in the end.”

Mr. Wesley had already made up his mind while dealing with the

Armstrong family. Since things had reached this point, nobody was

going to have it easy.

The bodyguards had been keeping a close eye on Mr. and Mrs.

Wesley. After returning to the hotel, they continued to watch over them.

They reported what was going on to Kian, who was currently driving

Ayan back to Franklin Bay. Ayan, sitting in the back seat, listened

attentively, with every word clear to him.

After ending the call, Kian looked at Ayan through the rearview mirror

and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson, if the Wesley family starts to

make a move, it's likely that the Armstrong family will come after you.

Should we find a reason to temporarily leave?"

"Why should I leave? The Armstrong family is the one looking for me,

not the other way around,” Ayan chuckled softly. He looked out the

window with a cold, indifferent gaze and said, "If the Armstrong family

wants to dig their own grave, then let them. When the Wesley family

has no more use for them, they'll let them go. After they return to

Chesen City, we can spread this news and prevent more people from

falling into their trap.”

"All right, I understand what to do," Kian replied softly.

Ayan wasn't the type of person to hold grudges, but this was related to

Camille and something he despised. It was easy to ruin someone's life,

and he couldn't let it slide. Since the Wesley family had dared to

conspire with the Armstrong family, they should bear the consequences

of their doings.

Back in Franklin Bay, Camille hadn't gone to sleep yet. She was lying in

bed, looking at her phone. When she heard the door open, she glanced

at the man who had entered. He had intentionally been quiet, not

wanting to disturb her. Camille couldn't help but smile at his actions and

asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Ayan closed the door and turned to her. "You haven't slept yet?"

“No, I couldn't sleep. I wanted to wait for you," Camille put down her

phone and leaned against the headboard. She looked at Ayan and

asked, “Is everything sorted out?"

Ayan replied, "Almost. For the next couple of days, it's better if you stay

away from the company. Stay at the Simpson's mansion. You can

spend time with Grandpa and Timmy."

"What's wrong? Is the situation serious?" Camille asked.

“It's not that serious. I just don't want the Armstrong family to bother

you. You should take a page from Grace's book and lay low, so the

Armstrong family can't find you. It'll be safer," Ayan said in a gentle

tone. Then, his voice turned serious. "If the Wesley family had really

taken you today, I might not have found you so quickly. What would you

have done then?"

His question was grave, and he was genuinely concerned. However,

Camille, being the person directly involved, had no worries at all. She

had only one thing on her mind at that moment: finding a way to escape

from the Wesley family.

She had planned to slip away under the pretext of using the restroom at

a highway service area. Although it wouldn't be convenient on the

highway, she wouldn't miss any opportunity. However, she didn't intend

to tell Ayan about it, as it might make him even more uncomfortable.

Camille pushed those thoughts aside and said in a low voice, "I have

an idea. I'll tell the Wesley family that I have a mental illness. Even if I

can have children for them, the condition would be hereditary. That's

why the Simpson family wanted to divorce me."

Ayan furrowed his brow slightly, and the previously serious atmosphere

became a bit more relaxed due to Camille's words. He responded, "Be

serious. This is not a joke."

Camille smiled and said casually, "I think it's not a bad idea. After all,

why would the Wesley family tolerate that they brought back someone

with a mental illness? Moreover, I won't really let them take me to

Chesen City, right? Since they've chosen to drive instead of flying or

taking a train, they must be afraid of getting others suspicious. They'll

have to keep a close eye on me throughout the journey, but even tigers

need to rest, right?"

Camille purposely appeared carefree, not wanting Ayan to be troubled

by this matter.

Although what happened was indeed frightening, Camille was grateful

that it hadn't caused her any harm. The outcome was more important

than the process.

However, Ayan remained silent. Camille extended her arms towards

him, and he embraced her. Camille asked in a soft voice, "Are you

worried about me? Do you blame yourself for not protecting me?"

Ayan didn't speak, but his silence confirmed her suspicions.

Camille continued, "Don't have such thoughts. This was just an

accident, a planned accident. Even if you had taken all the precautions,

it would have happened eventually. It was just a matter of time. Now

that it's happened, it's actually a good thing for me. What do you think?"

She met his serious gaze with her own, and her deep eyes conveyed a

wealth of emotions. They stared at each other for a long time before he

finally eased up a bit.

He asked, "So, you don't want me to feel guilty about this?"