Chapter 1070: Incitement

Chapter 1070: Incitement

Camille couldn't help but laugh. Her eyes held a cold, mocking

indifference, and they were filled with a chilly sarcasm.

No one ever wished for their parents to become like this. Such a

transformation could only occur when there was no other option,

turning family into enemies.

Despite the poor treatment she received from the Armstrong family,

Camille never thought of harming them. She didn't wish for their

downfall. Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to their aid when the

Armstrong family needed help. Even if it meant incurring a favor, she

did it because she wanted them to live well. That, for her, would be

enough.

However, Page had a different mindset. She believed in using people

when needed, blaming them when necessary. She would only

acknowledge Camille's identity when there was a need, and in times of

no requirement, she could go a lifetime without contact or maintaining

any emotional connection to Camille.

Camille's smile deepened, carrying a taunting and icy undertone as she

remarked, "You have no choice but to shift all responsibility and blame

onto others when you've done something wrong. It allows you to

absolve yourself and escape blame. That's why you're like this now!"

Camille couldn't comprehend Page's mindset. Why was she blaming

Grace and placing the guilt on Sienna? Sienna had no connection with

Grace. They had occasional meetings and contacts, but it was all kept

hidden from Page and the Armstrong family. Blaming others in this

casual way was probably Page's attempt to ease her conscience.

They never wanted to admit that Grace left home because of their

pressure, their actions. It was their actions that led to her leaving.

Camille was thankful that Grace had left Hance City. It was the only

way to keep their reach short, and Grace wouldn't become a sacrificial

pawn they could exploit.

Camille took a deep breath. She stopped looking at Page and instead

examined Sienna's hand. After ensuring Sienna wasn't hurt, she felt

relieved.

Although Sienna had no blood ties, she was a friend. In some

instances, non-blood relationships were even better. What mattered

most was genuine care and shared values.

Talia, seeing the situation, had an unpleasant expression. She cast a

cold, indifferent gaze at Page, and her tone lacked warmth as she said,

"Mrs. Armstrong, I respect you as Cami's mother. So, even though

we've had our disagreements, I can pretend that nothing happened

because I don't want to trouble Cami. I'm willing to compromise and

step back. But that doesn't mean the Simpson family is afraid of you,

and it doesn't mean the Simpson family will let you have your way. I

hope you can set some boundaries. The Armstrong family has been

cold toward Cami, yet you repeatedly try to exploit her under the guise

of family. Why?"

Talia rarely got angry, and she seldom used harsh words. Even when

the maids did something wrong, she would politely remind them for

next time. Everyone knew she was gentle, not because she was easily

fooled, but because she had manners and culture. Her gentleness

didn't mean she was easy to manipulate or talk down to.

Everyone had their limits, and sometimes people didn't voice them not

because their boundaries were too broad, but because they cared

about someone who mattered to them. Their tolerance was only for that

person's sake.

Page and Talia had known each other for many years. They had

interacted even before Camille and Ayan got married. The old

Simpsons of both families had connections, allowing them to meet

frequently and understand each other's personalities.

So when Page heard her mother's words, she couldn't hold back a

momentary embarrassment.

She had always been envious of Talia. Talia had a loving husband,

accomplished children, and held a high position within her family. On

the surface, Page looked glamorous, but in private, she had no say in

front of Brody.

Hearing what Talia said, years of pent-up resentment and threats finally

burst out. She retorted, “Don't pretend here. If it weren't for her giving

birth to a son for the Simpson family and securing your family's future,

would you treat her so well? What are you pretending for? Do you think

I don't know what the Simpson family is like? Your union was based on

the desire for a reproduction tool. You make it seem like you're so

deeply loving her. But regarding whether I've taken advantage of her,

that's our family’s business. Now, she has no connection with the

Simpson family anymore, and Ayan divorced her long ago. If you truly

care about her, why don't you let your son remarry her?"

“In the end, it's all about using her. You use her to maintain the facade

of the Simpson family looking good!"

Page snorted, spoke a long string of words, and even gave Talia a

disdainful look, as if to say, "Why pretend? You're all cunning foxes."

However, before Talia could explain or say more, Camille spoke up.

Camille calmly said, "Only those with wicked thoughts and a chaotic

mind would think like that about others. You have no idea about the

situation between Ayan and me, so don't jump to conclusions so easily.

Because in the end, you'd be the one who ends up with a slap in the

face. How do you know it's Ayan who doesn't want to remarry? Why

haven't you considered that maybe I don't want to remarry? In your

mind, you've always looked down on me. So you'd never think highly of

me, and you'd even think that if Ayan and I divorced, you'd let your

favorite daughter, the one you're so proud of, marry him, right? But

Grace doesn't cooperate with you because she's clear-headed and

doesn't have your scheming nature."

"Camille, do you know what nonsense you're talking about?"

“Is it nonsense? You know very well."

"So you know where Grace is, right? Is her disappearance your fault?

Did you persuade her? It must be you who persuaded her because we

asked you to marry into the Wesley family, and you were unhappy with

us. So you must have encouraged Grace to leave with you, right?

Where have you hidden her? You tell me! Say it!!!"

Page's thought was something Camille could never understand. But

Camille was an expert at changing the subject, naturally shifting the

blame or diverting the conversation away. She lightly pursed her lips,

her expression cold and wordless.

At this moment, Fletcher and the old Simpson happened to return.

They probably found out what was going on from servants as they

entered the house. Fletcher pushed the wheelchair, bringing the old

Simpson to the dining room. Despite the old Simpson's age, his

presence was still commanding.

The atmosphere in the dining room quieted down when the old

Simpson and Fletcher walked in.

Camille was also taken by surprise by Fletcher and the old Simpson's

quick return. Even Talia didn't expect it. Upon seeing the old Simpson,

she greeted them with warmth.

Naturally, the old Simpson still cherished Camille. He looked at her with

tenderness and then shifted their sharp gaze towards Page. The old

Simpson's voice was calm but firm as they asked, "I thought after what

happened last night, you wouldn't show up in the Simpson family again.

Yet, you've come of your own accord, and with such questioning. Do

you think we treat Cami poorly and that's why you've come to argue for

her?"

Page hesitated, not entirely sure about the old Simpson's intention

behind the question. Her expression stiffened, and she quickly forced a

faint smile. "Mr. Simpson, I didn't mean it that way. It's just that I'm so

concerned about Grace's situation that my emotions got the best of

me."

"Didn't mean it? Didn't mean to stand up for Cami?" the old Simpson

pressed.

"Of course, I have no intention of standing up for Cami,” Page hurriedly

denied.