Christopher thought, ‘All my hard work has been for nothing. Am I


    back at the same starting line as Justin? No, this can’t be!’


    Christopher wanted Be, and he was determined to marry her.


    Celeste walked gracefully to Wyatt’s side, linking her arm with his, and


    said, “Yes, Mr. Iverson, love can’t be forced.” Her tone was gentle, yet


    each word was sharp.


    She continued, “We all understand that you truly care for Be. But


    love requires mutual feelings tost. As Be’s family, everything we


    do is ultimately for her happiness. If she marries someone she


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    doesn’t love, it would be like robbing her chance at finding happiness.”


    Asher remained silent, his lips forming a mocking smirk as he looked


    disdainfully at Christopher.


    Celeste was gentle and smart. She had a profound understanding of Wyatt’s character and focused on


    the emotional side without


    mentioning Justin. This allowed Wyatt to empathize with his daughter’s situation.


    Christopher’s expression stiffened, turning pale with an icy and cold


    gaze while struggling to maintainposure.


    “Christopher, Celeste has a point. A fruit that is forcefully picked isn’t


    sweet.”


    Wyatt let out a deep sigh and said, “Don’t lose hope, but don’t be


    too obsessed either. Let things happen naturally.”


    Although Be was reluctant to go to the hospital, Justin managed to persuade her and apany her


    for treatment.


    After tending to her minor injuries and applying medication, they


    returned home at night.


    “Why do you always have to be so stubborn and go against me? I told you this minor injury didn’t


    require a trip to the hospital. Ah! Ouch!” Be winced in pain as she strained her waist while getting out


    of the car, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow. She took in a sharp


    breath.


    Justin felt anxious watching this, and his breathing became


    increasingly heavy. He quickly reached out and pulled her into his embrace. “Be, don’t be stubborn,”


    he said softly. “Do you know how loud you were during treatment at the hospital?”


    Be blushed shyly. “N-no, I wasn’t!”


    “How can you deny it? I thought I was at the entrance of a delivery room, and you were giving birth to


    our child,” Justin murmured with furrowed brows as he nted a heavy kiss on her sweaty cheek.


    His breath wasbored, and his embrace was a little rough, as if


    punishing her.


    ‘Child…’ Be felt a bitter ache in her heart, which made her flinch.


    instinctively.


    Justin didn’t find her reaction strange, assuming it was because of her injuries. Without saying a word,


    he lifted her up and walked into


    the vi.


    The events of the horse racing event during the day were like nuclear explosions, each one shaking the


    nation to its core and already


    toppling headlines nationwide.


    Even Wilma knew about it. She had skipped dinner and sat in the living room, waiting for the young


    master and young madam to return.


    “Young Madam! How are your injuries?!”


    Wilma expressed concern for Be’s injuries, noticing her paleplexion. She felt her heart ache


    watching Justin carry her in his arms, unable to walk on the ground.


    “I’m fine, Wilma. I can still walk on my own.” Be said, reassuring


    Wilma.


    She lightly tapped Justin’s chest, who was carrying her. “It’s all because of him, blowing things out of


    proportion. I’m not made of paper. Why would anyone think that?”


    Justin let out a soft chuckle and affectionately said, “Ah yes… My


    Be, the fierce warrior goddess, you’re the most striking and


    remarkable woman I’ve ever encountered.”


    He didn’t favor characterizing women as “strong”. Who would want to


    bebeled strong if it wasn’t necessary?