Faced with Joy Quinn’s sudden attempt to make peace, July Quinn didn’t even blink.
She simply raised an eyebrow and asked, "Healed scars and forgotten pain?"
Joy immediately understood. July was referring to the time she called her "sister."
In the past, July had even hit her to stop her from using the term "sister."
Now, July brought it up again.
However, it didn’t matter.
As long as she continued to show allegiance to July, she believed that one day July would be moved and rekindle their sisterly bond.
"If you don’t want me to call you that, I won’t anymore. I just wanted to tell you, Willow seems to have an inappropriate relationship with Shelly’s dad."
Indeed, Joy planned to use Willow’s situation to pledge allegiance to July.
She originally set Willow up just to have Willow and July fighting, so she could reap the benefits.
Now, exposing Willow and Franklin’s relationship in advance could still have them fight without affecting her interests, while simultaneously showing loyalty to July—she found it a win-win.
July was about to leave when she suddenly stopped, coldly glaring at her upon hearing Joy’s words.
Joy saw this and briefly thought July was doubting the truth of her words.
"I’m not lying to you. I bumped into them being intimate at the mall before."
Seeing July continuing to glare coldly, remaining silent, Joy could only press on under her icy gaze:
"And about the bag Willow carried this morning, it’s the latest Hermès model, selling for over a million. But Willow’s family is just an average working-class household, so they couldn’t possibly afford such an expensive bag. So, it should be Shelly’s dad who bought it. If you don’t believe me, you can start investigating from that bag."
As Joy spoke, she kept silently cheering herself on.
The road to redemption wasn’t easy, but perseverance would surely show July her sincerity, making it easier to marry into Meridia’s Royal Family in the future.
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That look, held for long, made Joy’s scalp tingle.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You still don’t believe me? I’ve already said, if you don’t believe, you can..."
This time, before she finished speaking, July interrupted her.
"Joy Quinn, do you think I can’t see your involvement in their affair?"
She hadn’t expected July to say this!
Could it be that July had discovered she spiked Willow’s drink, leading her and Franklin into a confusion resulting in their affair?
It shouldn’t be possible.
She bought a newly developed drug that was colorless and tasteless, with no traceable remnants afterward.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. What does their affair have to do with me? You can’t deny everything I’ve done because I made one mistake."
Joy became increasingly agitated, as if really being wronged by July, tearfully protesting:
"I was indeed possessed back then and did those things to you. But afterward, I regretted it immediately. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if you were in real danger. Seeing you return safely, I was genuinely happy. I truly realized my mistake, but I don’t dare ask for another chance to make it right. I just beg you not to reject me so strongly."
Saying these things, Joy was moved by her own words.
She thought July would be too.
Even if she couldn’t directly forgive her, at least she would be touched.
Unexpectedly, with Joy eagerly awaiting, July simply let out a faint laugh...