Joyce went from head to toe cold, but she still stubbornly said, "Raf, what exactly do you want to say? There's no need for us to beat around the bush."

"I've given you a chance," Rafael's voice lowered, "If it weren't for Uncle and Auntie, I wouldn't be talking to you here."

"I understand," Joyce smiled bitterly, "You've said so much, but you just want to say that I instructed those two to do this, right?"

Rafael looked directly at Joyce, "Isn't that the case?"

Joyce's smile widened, but her voice sounded even more bitter, "Raf, I really don't understand why you would think that way. Yes, I love you,...