“Don’t you have your own hands, Cecilia?” Sensing that things were getting tense, Carlos Green, Charles’s uncle, quickly stepped forward to defuse the situation. “Don’t blame her, Nina. Her mother spoiled her rotten.” “You have no right to talk about Mom, Dad. Soon after she died, you brought that brat back, and now, you’re siding with Nina?” “Can’t you be a little more sensible, Cecilia?” Cecilia turned her ire toward me again. “I will never accept you as my cousin-in-law. Helen died that day, and you still had the galls to go through with the wedding alone! Do you even have a conscience?” I stood up and said earnestly, “I was far too selfish in the past and am unworthy of Charles—” Charles knew what I was going to say, and he hurriedly held me back. “Don’t.” When I thought about it, Helen was the only one who truly supported our relationship. When we got the news that she passed, Charles wanted to cancel the wedding, but I did not agree to it. If I had not insisted o
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