2026-01-05 16:59:25The grandfather froze, his face draining of color. He stared at Lila like he'd never seen her before. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous.
"What did you just say?"
Lila lifted her chin. "I said I will never marry him."
"You ungrateful child." The old man's voice rose. "Do you have any idea what you're saying? Being able to marry Young Master Walker is a blessing for our entire family. Master Donovan's disciple—do you understand what that means? And you stand here throwing it away like garbage?"
"I don't care who—"
"Enough!" The grandfather's shout echoed across the courtyard. "You will go inside. You will inform your parents. And you will show some respect. Now."
Lila's hands clenched into fists. For a moment, it looked like she might argue. Then she turned and stormed toward the house.
The grandfather watched her go, his jaw tight. Then he turned to Kai, forcing his expression into something apologetic.
"Young Master Walker, I—"
"It's fine." Kai's smile was strained. "Really."
It wasn't fine. Nothing about this was fine.
He'd come here to break off an engagement. Instead, he was standing in the courtyard of a woman who hated him, being welcomed as her future husband. The woman he'd slept with. The woman who'd threatened to destroy him.
The irony was so thick he could choke on it.
The grandfather studied Kai's face. His own expression shifted from apologetic to worried.
"Young Master Walker, if you... if you find my granddaughter unsuitable, I understand. I have other grandchildren. A younger granddaughter, perhaps, or—"
"No." The word came out before Kai could think. "The engagement stands. Lila is fine."
Why had he said that? He should be agreeing. Taking the out. Walking away.
But something in the old man's desperate expression stopped him. And beneath that, a strange sense of responsibility. He'd taken Lila's innocence, even if it was to save her life. Walking away now felt wrong.
The grandfather's relief was visible. “Thank you. Master Donovan once saved my life years ago. I've never forgotten that debt. When he approached me about this marriage, I saw it as fate—a chance to finally repay him. And now, meeting you myself, I see he chose well.” His expression grew earnest. “I'm getting old, Young Master Walker. One day, I'd like to entrust our family business to someone capable. Someone I can trust.”
"Grandfather!"
Lila's voice cut through the air. She emerged from the house, flanked by a middle-aged couple and an elderly woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper expression.
The elderly woman swept forward, her silk robes rustling. She didn't bow. She didn't smile.
"So you're the one," she said, looking Kai up and down with clear disdain.
The grandfather stepped forward. "Eleanor, this is—"
"I know who he is." The grandmother's voice was cold. "And I'm telling you now, no one is marrying my granddaughter off to some ordinary man."
"Eleanor—"
“Lila is destined to marry Daniel Cross!” The grandmother’s voice rang out.
The grandfather’s jaw tightened. “Eleanor—”
“The Cross family is one level above us in status,” she continued, stepping forward. “Do you not understand what that means for our position?”
“I understand perfectly well—”
“Then why are you throwing away this opportunity?” Her voice climbed higher. “Daniel’s father is close to Vincent Shaw himself. Vincent Shaw! Do you know how many families would kill for that connection?”
Lila’s mother moved closer, emboldened by the grandmother’s words. “Once Lila marries into that family, we’ll have access to—”
“Cooperation,” the grandmother finished. “Real connections. Opportunities we could never reach on our own.” She gestured dismissively at Kai. “Our family will rise. A bright future is right in front of us, and you want to throw it away for this… this nobody?”
“He is not a nobody,” the grandfather said through gritted teeth.
“Look at him!” The grandmother’s hand swept toward Kai. “Look at his clothes, his bearing. What could he possibly offer us that the Cross family cannot?”
Lila's parents stepped forward, their expressions nervous but determined.
"Father, please reconsider," Lila's father said. "The family's future depends on Lila's marriage. How can we be so casual about it?"
"Think of the opportunities," her mother added. "The Cross family could elevate us. Isn't that what we've always wanted?"
The grandfather's face went purple.
"SHUT UP!"
The courtyard went silent.
"I didn't want to say this in front of Young Master Walker," the grandfather said, his voice shaking with rage. "I didn't want to make us look like calculating opportunists. But your stupidity has forced my hand."
He pointed at Kai. "This man—THIS man right here, is the one who can take our family to the next level. Master Donovan's disciple. Do you understand what that means? The perfect son-in-law is standing in front of you, and you want to chase after a middleman like Daniel Cross? Utterly foolish!"
Lila's parents fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances.
But Lila stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Grandfather, you're being deceived. He's not who you think he is. He's just an ordinary man. I know him. He's—"
"Lila, be quiet—"
"He's lying to you!" Her voice rose. "Or you're lying to yourself. He can't possibly—"
The grandmother cut in, her voice sharp. "The boy is right in front of you, and you still believe this nonsense? Have you gone blind with age? How could this... this poor nobody lead our family anywhere? He's not even worthy of carrying Daniel's shoes—"
The slap echoed across the courtyard.
The grandmother stumbled, her hand flying to her cheek. She stared at her husband in shock.
The grandfather's hand was still raised, shaking with fury. When he spoke, his voice was deadly quiet.
"As long as I am the head of this family, anyone who opposes me again will be expelled on the spot." He turned to the grandmother, his eyes cold. "And you, Eleanor. Don't embarrass yourself by forcing a divorce at your age. The choice is yours."
No one spoke. No one moved.
The grandfather let the silence stretch, then turned to Kai. His expression shifted back to apologetic.
"Young Master Walker, I deeply apologize. Our family has no discipline. We've made a spectacle of ourselves in front of you." He bowed deeply. "But I assure you, we will welcome you with the utmost sincerity from this moment forward."
He straightened, his eyes bright with determination. "In fact, to show our commitment, I propose we settle this matter today. You and Lila can go to the registry office and register your marriage. Make it official. No more delays, no more objections."
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