He wasn't finished.
"And you, Vivian..." Qiao Jun turned to her, his voice cold and measured. "Do you even know why you hate Yu Holea? Or are you just parroting your mother's resentment?"
Vivian, with tears still streaming down her face, stammered,
"I-I just... I thought she was using you! That she didn't really love you!"
Qiao Jun shook his head, his lips curling into a bitter smile.
"You thought? Or did Aunt Mila tell you to think that way? Yu Holea has never wronged you, yet you were quick to judge her.
Do you even know her? You've barely exchanged more than a few words with her."
Vivian remained silent, her lip trembling.
Aunt Mila shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting toward Rong Xue, who was sitting calmly, observing the entire exchange.
Rong Xue leaned back in his chair, his gaze flicking between the tense family members.
He said nothing, allowing Qiao Jun to handle the situation.