Chapter 995: Reduction

Chapter 995: Reduction

Camille's questioning left Page and Brody momentarily speechless.

The two exchanged glances, while Mr. Wesley, standing beside them,

looked somewhat puzzled and asked, "What does this mean, Mr.

Armstrong? Haven't we already agreed on everything? Why is there

someone else involved? Is your daughter introduced to someone

else?"

Brody furrowed his brows slightly, his expression clearly showing

displeasure. He never liked it when people questioned his decisions or

went against his wishes. He narrowed his eyes and flashed a cold look,

but it was only for a moment before he concealed it. He turned to Mr.

Wesley and said with a faint smile, "Of course not. She's just making

excuses. Both of you can rest assured. I'll make sure my wife educates

her properly. It's getting late today. Both of you should return to the

hotel and rest. Tomorrow morning, I'll personally bring her to meet you,

and you can all head back to Chesen together.”

Brody naturally had no intention of considering Camille's wishes, nor

did he plan to explain anything to her. He was determined to have his

way in this matter.

Camille, however, subconsciously furrowed her brow as she glanced at

the time. It had only been a little over ten minutes since Ayan said he

would wait outside for her. She was beginning to regret not having

asked Ayan to accompany her from the beginning.

She had never expected the Armstrong family to treat her this way, and

their audacity stunned her.

Camille let out a cold laugh, her voice filled with a chilly edge. She

looked at Brody and Page, her tone laced with interrogation. "So, have

the two of you arranged my second marriage like this? It seems like

you've been quite concerned. But since you're so eager, why don't you

go yourself?"

Camille smirked, arching an eyebrow, and directed her words at Page.

Her words were abrupt and caught everyone off guard, especially the

content, which left the four of them momentarily frozen.

Page was the first to react, wearing a look of incredulous shock on her

face. Her gaze remained fixed on Camille as she asked, "What are you

talking about? Do you even realize what you're saying?"

Camille chuckled, raising an eyebrow provocatively, and continued,

"What about you? Do you know what you're doing? If you want to act

crazy, I won't join you. If you're causing trouble for me under the guise

of doing what's best for me, then please clean up your own mess and

don't involve me and others.”

"We're doing this for your own good. Why can't you see that? Or do you

really believe he will remarry you? Right now, he's only treating you

well because of your looks. Do you think he'll still care about you when

he has someone new by his side? Will the Wesley family treat you well

once you give birth to children for them?"

"If the Wesley family is so great, why don't you go yourself? If the

Wesley family is your choice, why did you specifically choose me? Is it

because my last name is Armstrong?"

Camille smirked coldly. In truth, she wanted to ask why they had

chosen her instead of Grace. However, Grace was innocent, and she

stood by Camille's side. If Camille had voiced such thoughts, it would

have been heartless. Therefore, she directed all her questions towards

Page.

Camille's resistance infuriated Page, who pointed at her and shouted in

anger, "Why can't you appreciate what's good for you? You're utterly

ungrateful, like a wolf in sheep's clothing!"

Camille had lost count of how many times she had heard the term "wolf

in sheep's clothing” from Page and Brody. Every time they spoke to her,

it seemed as though she owed them something. Camille found it

amusing. She remained expressionless and turned to Brody and Page,

asking, "Are you really my parents? Why do you always treat me as if I

owe you so much? Is there anything I do that satisfies you? What do

you want from me to be content?"

Camille's questioning left Brody and Page momentarily stunned. Brody

spoke in a composed tone, saying, "Stop finding these irrelevant

excuses. If you truly respect us, follow our arrangements and stop

making us worry. Don't defy us.”

Page quickly chimed in, "Your father is right. If you genuinely care

about us, then listen to our plans.”

After Brody and Page brushed off Camille, they hurriedly assured Mr.

Wesley and Mrs. Wesley, "Rest assured, we will educate her properly,

and you won't have to worry so much.”

“Then Mr. Armstrong and Mrs. Armstrong, please have a good talk with

Miss Armstrong about this. Once she's one of the Wesley family, we

hope situations like this won't arise again. Otherwise, our

cooperation..."

"Don't worry; we know what to do," Brody interrupted the unfinished

sentence.

Camille furrowed her brows tightly and blocked Mr. Wesley and Mrs.

Wesley, who were preparing to leave. She looked at the two and asked,

"What cooperation?"

Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley then exchanged glances with Brody and

Page and seemed to be silently asking them how to handle this.

Brody and Page remained silent, their gazes carrying a hint of

coldness. Brody said to Mr. Wesley, "I'll have someone escort you out.

Let's have dinner together tomorrow night.”

Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley prepared to leave again, but before they

reached the entrance, a servant exclaimed, "Mr. Simpson.”

The servant's words were filled with surprise and astonishment. Her

gaze turned back towards Brody and Page in the living room upon

hearing the name "Mr. Simpson.”

Upon hearing "Mr. Simpson,” Brody and Page instinctively exchanged

shocked glances.

Simultaneously, Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley inquired, "Who is this?"

Both of them looked at the tall, imposing man standing before them.

From every perspective, this man seemed difficult to deal with, exuding

an inherent sense of nobility that was impossible to ignore.

Ayan did not respond to their questions. He continued to walk into the

room with measured steps, his brows displaying a cold indifference. He

entered the living room and looked at Brody and Page, who regarded

him with a touch of fear. Ayan's voice carried a faint smile as he said,

"What's wrong? Don't you welcome me?"

Ayan's nonchalant inquiry prompted Brody to quickly say, "Of course

not! We're delighted to see you. Please have a seat. I'll have someone

make tea for you. Let's have a good chat later. I'll see our guests off."

After saying this, Brody shot a meaningful glance at Page before

heading towards Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley. Page instructed

someone to prepare tea and then wore a smile, saying, "Ayan, we're

thrilled you're here. Why did you suddenly come over?"

"Camille asked me to accompany her. So, what's the matter that you've

been discussing for so long?" Ayan's indifferent gaze focused on Page,

his eyes filled with unmistakable questioning. Page's face stiffened in

response.

Upon Ayan's arrival, Camille had remained silent, her face expressing

her inner turmoil and displeasure.

Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes and reached out to grasp Camille's

wrist, pulling her closer to him. His voice was gentle as he asked,

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Camille did not respond but merely pursed her lips and raised her gaze

slightly towards Ayan.

The unintended intimacy between Camille and Ayan did not escape the

notice of Mr. Wesley and Mrs. Wesley, and the arrival of Ayan had

already left the Armstrong family in shock. Though he was young, the

way the Armstrong family treated him showed that they did not dare to

be casual or disrespectful. So, even though Brody had casually

mentioned Ayan as a relative, the looks from Mr. Wesley and Mrs.

Wesley were now subtly scrutinizing Ayan.

They had been about to leave, but the sight of Ayan holding Camille's

hand caught their attention, creating a surprising scene.

Mrs. Wesley questioned, "Mr. Armstrong, what is their relationship?

Who is this man? Didn't you agree to marry your daughter Camille to

our Wesley family? Why is she so intimate with another man now?

What does all of this mean?"

Mrs. Wesley's voice was not overly loud, but it was clear enough for

everyone in the room to hear.

Ayan, too, had heard every word clearly. His expression turned cold,

and his deep gaze scanned the room. There was a subtle, icy curve on

his lips as he asked in a deliberate tone, "Are you planning to marry

Camille into their family?"