Everyone's faces changed immediately. Her third aunt directly blurted out, "What do you mean?"
"That means I'm not going to give you 200,000!" Grace coldly said. "I never said that I know any big shots. Grandmother is also your mother. You have to take care of her too. Don't you find it ridiculous to ask a maternal granddaughter like me to cover your travel fares and all of Grandmother’s medical bills?
"Grace, you're wrong to say so. Your first uncle and second uncle witnessed with their owns the big shot carrying you out of your intended husband’s residence that day."
"I don't know anything. All I remember is that I was drugged by my first uncle and second uncle," Grace said mockingly. "Maybe he was just doing me a favor. I can't stand to see people cheat their niece like this. Why don't First Uncle and Second Uncle tell me who the big shot is so that I can go and thank him."
Old Mr. Kelleigh and his children looked at each other.
She did not know? Was that possible?!
"Grace, you need to pay the money no matter what. Your grandmother only got sick because you got the police to arrest your first uncle, second uncle, and third aunt," Old Mr. Kelleigh said.
"Grandfather, you're wrong to say that. I'm the victim here. The police were just doing their jobs. None of this would have happened if First Uncle, Second Uncle, and Third Aunt didn’t conspire to have me raped and trapped. It is called trafficking and they should still be in jail for it! If Grandfather thinks I’ve wronged them, why don't we go to the police and find out?"
Old Mr. Kelleigh's face changed. The others who had been locked up in the police station previously also trembled.
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