Adam's eyes landed on Celine's face. "They're all begging you for help now. Can you really settle the issue with the fake Dr. C for them?"

"That's right, Celine. We've already begged you for help. Can you help us now?" Sonia asked.

Celine smiled. "I can help you, but I have a request in exchange."

"What request?"

"I want my father's ashes."

Aaron's ashes had always been in the Tate family's possession. Celine had asked for them before, but they had refused.

The expressions of everyone present changed at the mention of Aaron.

"What? I'm my father's daughter. Why can't I have his ashes? You never treated him as a true family member, so why are you holding onto his ashes so tightly?"

"Right now, it's a choice between my father's ashes and the good of the Tate family. You can make the choice."

Sonia's shrewd eyes landed on Celine's face. She realized this Celine was vastly different from the one before.

"Alright. I'll give you Aaron's ashes," she reluctantly agreed.

Lucy immediately tugged at Sonia's sleeve. "Mom!"

Celine had observed their interactions. She laughed coldly. "I'm just taking my father's ashes back. Why are you so anxious? Do you have a shameful secret to keep?"

"What nonsense!" Lucy immediately retorted. "Your father's ashes have always been well cared for in the Tate family's private graveyard. I just didn't want you to disturb his peace."

Celine's smile was thin and ironic. "You were the ones disturbing my father's peace. Are you keeping him trapped in the Tate Manor so he can watch his wife cheat on him with his brother and cast his daughter aside?"

"You!"

Celine looked at the Tate family members. Aaron had bought the Tate Manor, paid for Hayden's university fees, and taught Wayne business. But how had they repaid him?

"All these years, you've enjoyed a life of luxury built on my father's sacrifices. Let me ask you: in the dark of night, have you ever dreamt of my father coming back to haunt you?"

Celine's words hit hard. The Tate family members paled. At that moment, they felt guilty and couldn't meet Celine's eyes.

Carly and Tracy, from the younger generation, lacked empathy. Carly impatiently interrupted: "Celine, stop talking about this. We can give you the ashes, but first, you must settle the issue of the fake Dr. C!"

Tracy nodded. "That's right. To be honest, we don't even believe you can settle the issue of the fake Dr. C. You should settle that first, and then we'll give you the ashes. How does that sound?"

Carly and Tracy weren't fools; they wanted to conduct the exchange in person.

Celine raised an eyebrow. "Alright. I agree."

Sonia asked, "Celine, how long will you need to capture the fake Dr. C? We can only give you three days maximum."

"That's right! Our money is with him. The longer this drags on, the greater our loss."

Adam looked at Celine. "Can you capture the fake Dr. C within three days?"

Celine shook her head.

Carly laughed mockingly. "Celine, you can't even catch him within three days. Are you lying to us?"

Celine looked at Carly. "What I meant by shaking my head is that I don't need three days. I can catch the fake Dr. C by tomorrow and send him to you."

"What?" Sonia asked excitedly. "Celine, you can catch the fake Dr. C by tomorrow? You aren't bragging, are you?"