Scott’s expression hardened, the anger in his eyes cooling into something far sharper—disappointment edged with pride and disdain. “Then hear me clearly,” he said, his voice dropping into a cold, cutting tone. “If you insist on marrying him, I will never reckon with him as my son-in-law!” The words fell like a final judgment. Alina’s breath caught in her throat. Greg, however, didn’t react. He stood where he was, calm and unbothered, his posture loose, his gaze steady. No anger. No pleading. No sign that the rejection meant anything to him at all. Scott’s eyes narrowed further. That composure—so quiet, so unmoved—irritated him more than open defiance ever could. “And after everything you’ve just said,” Scott continued, his voice rising again, “I’m even more convinced that this… this embarrassment will not be allowed to stand!” “Father—” Alina tried to step in. “Enough!” The single word cracked through the hall like a whip. Scott turned sharply toward the entrance,