Joyce was stunned. "Harry, what are you talking about? I... I don't understand. Is someone spreading false rumors to slander me? Summer is my sister, how could I ask people to hurt her?"

Harry coldly met her gaze, "Stop acting clueless. You know perfectly well that you're doing it precisely because she's your sister."

"You...!" Joyce was stunned once again.

"In the past, you've always lived in her shadow. Even after she went to prison, she continued to outshine you. The sisterly love between the two of you is nothing but a joke. Over the years, you visited her in the hospital every month, and every time you left, she would be full of injuries. Is that slandering you?" Harry's voice turned icy.

Joyce's eyes widened, feeling as if this man standing before her could see right through her. She thought he didn't care about Summer, but he had actually investigated everything. He knew every detail clearly.

"Yes, there's no love lost between us, but what about you? Do you still love her?