"Why should I swear? Fiona Grant, are you God? Do you think people must obey whatever you say?

Fiona, take a mirror and have a look at your ugly face now. Do you dare to say to Grandpa and Uncle that you’re thinking for my sake?

This is clearly you being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum because you failed to frame me."

When South Grant spoke, his expression was calm and his tone indifferent, completely different from Fiona’s current state, creating a stark contrast.

South’s words brought Fiona back to her senses. She had been caught up in the anger of being played by South but now she realized it.

Knowing that her words and actions had been overly aggressive, she noticed Harold Foster’s somewhat doubtful look towards her. Fiona collected herself, softened her voice, and continued:

"Brother, whoever you associate with has nothing to do with me. I’m angry because you’ve been bewitched by that reckless man, and now you refuse to admit it or get out of that whirlpool. I’m worried for you, I’m not forcing you to swear, I just want you to wake up."

"Hahaha! It’s you who should wake up yourselves," South countered coldly.

"You’ve always been resentful about how Father gave all the shares to me back then, thinking about how to eventually take them for yourself, and that’s why you’re constantly targeting me.

Fiona, listen to me, the shares of The Grant Family mean more to you than familial love and loyalty, but to me, they’re dispensable.

I never intended to keep those shares, even if I took them from the Grant Family’s hands, I would have handed them to Seth.

I always believe that as long as one relies on their own hands, I, South Grant, can create even greater value.

Whereas you, Fiona, can only covet what’s in others’ hands, other people’s companions, spending a lifetime hiding in the shadows growing poisonous mushrooms.

Can your scheming and plotting lead to a better life, or bring more security and peace to your heart? You will never understand what affection is, nor will you ever understand what righteousness is."

As South spoke these words, his hands trembled slightly.

These words were what he had long wanted to say, but never had the chance.

He didn’t want to recall the past life, where he ended on the operating table by Fiona’s hand with a scalpel, that coldness so deep to the bone.

Nathan Foster watched on the side, noticing South’s emotional state, with fingers slightly trembling, Nathan couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

At this point, South could be said to have achieved a significant victory in the battle, as Fiona couldn’t present any solid evidence, and Harold no longer believed her.

Why was South’s mood not as composed and calm as before?

Nathan could see that South’s emotions weren’t out of fear; instead, there was a certain sadness.

At this moment, Nathan took two steps forward, coming to stand in front of South.

He lowered his head, reaching out to pat South’s shoulder, his voice low and resonant as he spoke:

"There’s no need to swear, in this house, anyone who dares to question you is going against me."

Nathan actually wanted to embrace and comfort her, but with Harold and the others present, he couldn’t do that.

So he resorted to this way, using these protective words to express his tenderness for South.

South raised her head, meeting Nathan’s deep ocean-like eyes.