Fiona's smile was delicate and charming, but her beautiful eyes shimmered with unshed tears, as if she were earnestly looking at Cecilia.
"Sister, in the past, there were misunderstandings between you, Dad, Mom, and me. But today, when you pulled me back, I knew you still cared about this family."
"Let bygones be bygones. You and Mom—drink this cup of tea together to settle the old grievances, okay?"
Cecilia looked coldly at Fiona's pitiful façade. Her gaze almost carelessly flicked to her own tea cup.
A banquet with hidden knives—bet they've spiked this tea too?
They pulled this trick on me at the engagement party three years ago. Still using it now—aren't they sick of repeating themselves?
...
Cecilia's half-smiling, half-mocking expression startled Fiona. Seeing Cecilia keeping silent, Fiona shot Florence Warner a quick glance.
"Sister, I know maybe it's hard for you to understand Mom's and my intentions, but we're really just thinking for your sake."
