Chapter 165. Set-Up?

CELINE’s P O V

‘‘Olivia…’’ William finally made the decision to interrupt the heated conversation. ‘‘I beg of you, please don't get mad... Why can't we discuss this matter in a calm and collected manner?’’

‘‘Calm and collected manner...?’’ she scoffed. ‘‘How are we even going to discuss this in such a manner when your son is just as stubborn as you are? Take a good look at the woman your son adores and see what kind of person she is. Look at Brylee! How much anguish has she been forced to endure!’’

Olivia's disposition was deteriorating, and she was becoming increasingly harsh in her tone. My husband's father stared at me with a confused look on his face, his brows were wrinkled, and he had disappointment in his eyes as he did so.

But I looked directly into his eyes as I decided to speak and defend myself from his wife’s accusations. ‘‘I swear, I didn’t do it, dad!’’

I was not someone who enjoyed explaining things, but William Anderson had always treated me fa